Hoist That Rag.
On my way home from tour.
Covered in bruises.
Found a switchblade under my bed.
Found a hopefully bomb booty mixtape in the street.
Played a lot of music with and for a lot of wonderful people.
Played a little music for some shitty people.
Ate a lot of awesome food.
Met a lot of awesome people.
Hate shitty crust kids more than ever.
It was a great trip.
I expect a fucking royal welcome home!
Love, Joe.
For hate’s sake
I spit my last breath at thee.
To Anyone That Has Ever Gone to a Restaurant and Been Mean to The Workers.
You are a terrible terrible person. I hope you choke. And I will have words for you
In hell.
This is the best picture of me ever.
ONE FINE DAY
YOU’RE GONNA WANT ME FOR YOUR OWN.
Also!
I’ll have some really awesome documentary footage of all it for ya’ll in a few weeks.
Stoked?
Stoked!
Destroyed Noel Night.
Also my body.
Playing myself into pieces after three days of the flu and virtually no food might not have been the best thing to do.
But it was a damn fine night.
One day I’ll die doing this.
And I’ll go to some sort of brass band Valhalla to be merry for eternity.
