Art Party

We get bored around these parts. While all the hipper kids are constantly getting belligerent at every bar within a 10 mile radius, and other not-so-friendly neighborhood dwellers stalk innocent shoppers at the gas station, begging for change, we decided to hole-up. So we had an art party. Bryan played music. Mike decorated the attic. Chris talked theory. We philosophised. I made a pea monster and a lamp shade.








Good times.