Well, the last time I did acid, I guess. I was in this car with a driving computer and it said to me, “The door is ajar.” How could a door be a jar? I felt like a marionette right there and then. I’m just a marionette. This isn’t a door. It’s a jar. I’m a puppet.

In a lot of ways, the Feederz are an advertisement, a negative advertisement. So we jumped in and we used Feederz because it was part of the whole sickness and we just swallowed it all up.

Booking fees for an airline I understand; most people don’t own an airplane. But for a show, you can always find somewhere else to play.

It ended the best run of pinball in my life to date, and I didn’t even enter my initials.

Seeing as I spend most of my time nude or partially clothed, I was pretty numb.

My wife called in hysterics...

I just want to lie here like a dead thing and watch garbage, okay?

I found myself and the shop’s owner spending a good amount of time trying to convince a younger kid that the Minor Threat record with their first two EPs on it was a sound purchase.

(glitch art by candice tobin:: infinity-machine.tumb.com)

If you think your local taco hang is tight, then La Reyna is a goddamn motherfucking snare drum.

Round One: the Chicken v. Children

Ray had no idea how many times he had been arrested. But how many people can claim to have been pulled over by a pack of ambulances? And he was able to walk away from that one because one of the cops was a fan.

Want to hear some short stories, told well?
Look no further. The Gorsky Press Story Podcast.

A van crammed full with ten punk rockers and a drumset zig-zagged around L.A., laughing and spreading the word of RUCKUS!

I caught the soccer virus in 2010.

Whether I like it or not, my humble talent is to make noise.

Goin' acoustic with Baby J.