Not gonna lie, kids. Life's been a little rough for the Pakester lately. Been living a very mobile lifestyle for the past couple months in my beloved van, Dolores.  I like to think of it as a partner that always lets me be inside her. Most people just call it homelessness.  But the sterno fumes haven't killed me yet, and so I huddle by the warmth and perfect my technique. 

I'm preparing for a show at the end of November with Pariah Piranha (stoked--that band changed my life) and an audition for a very talented friend that just got signed.  Wish me luck, say a prayer, light a candle. However you get down. 

Oh and whatever you do, don't let me catch you pissing next to my van. I WILL creep you out by peering out at you menacingly before blowing the horn and making you catch your sac in your zipper. Some boys in Baltimore found out the hard way a couple weeks ago.

And for christsake, keep in touch people.  I may be mobile, but I have wi-fi and facebook. 

See Ya November 23rd!

Pakes