One of my best friends passed a couple years ago and his widow was moving house today. She put out the word to his friends so we could come grab some stuff of his because she couldn't take it all, which is absolutely cool with all of us...but now I'm sitting here staring at a half-destroyed D.R.I. longsleeve T from a concert in the early 90s and just wishing I could go get fucked up on my skate again so it'd make sense for a little while.
R.I.P. Mart. It was fuckin' weird that you organized your T-shirts by colour, you big loser. FUCK.



