This is a flyer I made for a band i used to be in

The guy who played the other guitar was named Doug , and he died a while ago due to some substance type situation he had going . The drummer also died but he died on his own terms by his own hand . His name was Ed . They were both pretty good guys and at the time good friends . Sometimes I think about that time in my life , I had just graduated from high school ( well 5 years after high school , seems like forever . . . ) and everything was so surreal .

I had been tattooing out of my house for a few years at that time after tattooing out of a shop that used to be down town on State street and Broadway . I would do a few tattoos during the week and make my rent , then go play shitty rock music with my friends a few nights a month and get drink coupons & get laid here & there .

When I wasn't tattooing on friends for wine or pizza or a few bucks ( if I actually needed money for rent or mushrooms or something tangible ) , we were partying and staying up for days at my house . It was a pretty neat existence for a while , but I can't imagine that kind of abuse to myself now days . A steady diet of late night mexican food , cheap wine & whiskey , sleeping till noon or later and hosting 3 & 4 night long parties in my living room took its toll and I'm glad I got out when I did . For that I'm thankful . . . I have a very long list of friends who didn't .

I guess the live fast die young shit wasn't all it was cracked up to be .