Fuckers dunking on me like I didn’t live with @GWAR in an abandoned dairy factory when I was 13

RIP BROCKIE
Death Piggy Haus forever

There were real deal speakeasies back then. Oregon Hill redneck slum area of Richmond, VA. We used to go together and drink Everclear cocktails and warm beer. Summer. No AC. Cocaine. Knock X number of times and say you’re a friend of Y. Guy at the door had 3 teeth. Good times.

Got loaded with Lemmy of Mötorhead around that same time, maybe age 14? In a motel next to the prison. Which became a tobacco company’s headquarters. Schnapps. He was a gentleman.