nar⋅cis⋅sism:

Let's take a moment to appreciate the not-so-subtle-pout that Mr. Courtney Taylor loves to exploit.
 

I wish I had been nineteen in '95. It may be true that a majority of events may seem fucking golden in retrospect but the 90's are exempt from that entirely. The 90's were perfect. 

(One of my screen printing work shop instructors reminisced with me over her partying with rancid in high school.)

Also: I found Anton Newcombe of the Brain Jonestown Massacre's legit myspace today. I hate the internet, kind of.