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Yak Bastard zine, one copy available on my etsy (click here)
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I heard something that sounded like raw meat hitting the floor. I peeked my head out of my bedroom door to see “little” Chris obliterating Troy’s face with his fist. Troy was too drunk to defend himself. I ran out to stop the carnage, screaming “What the fuck are you doing?!” Chris yelped back, “He hit me first!” His boxing lessons really shone through as blood poured out of Troy’s mangled nose.
I’ll be the first to say that Troy is a cantankerous bastard known to indulge in one too many libations; but he didn’t deserve that. Nevertheless, he woke up on my grimy spray-painted couch the next morning with a smile on his face and his arm around…this girl.
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Yak Haus show, May 2013. The washing machine didn’t work so we just filled it with ice and kept dumping 30 racks into it. The beer would disappear in less than 10 minutes every time. I had to work the next morning at like 8:30. Needless to say, I was late. On the bright side, when I got home around noon, the whole basement/house/backyard had been cleaned. Thank you Grace and Yvonne, I love you forever.
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