Lindsey McDonald

-- shoulder knocks into yours, spinning you a bit as i walk off in any direction but the bronze tonight.*

--hair, dangle a chain from your pocket and cry about your feelings on stage for an hour and you're all but guaranteed a spot.)

-- just know you and your Dingos can count on me. (Fucking biased bullshit, how did this nerd land The Bronze over me? Put some dye in your

-- more than a skinned knee or an embarrassing haircut. (Alright back down Lindsey before you say too much. No one thinks you've had worse.)

--what, i'd much rather be country than another another cry baby, whiner, complaining about how unfair the world is when they've never faced

-- will burn this place to the ground.

-- or alternative, what the hell does alternative even mean? Alternative to what? Music? God help me if you're one of those EDM freaks i

-- and munchkins are creepy. Have you seen those rose cheeks and mustaches? It' unnatural, not unlike whatever fresh hell you call new wave,

-- of your band? wait don't tell me, they're pulling doubles with the lollipop guild.

--ask, "What in the hell is Dingos Ate My baby? Sounds like wannabes who's name isn't half as funny as the sound they make." @JustAWolfMan

-- that i was certain I was going to get. It had been down to me and that weird ass "Chibi Mateo" band. I smack a passerby on the arm and

*I stand outside the Bronze looking at an advert for a band I've never heard of. Somehow the "Dingos Ate My Baby" had ousted me from a gig

-- his toolbox fall off the back of his truck and i caught a screwdriver in a tire.

-- door for you and close it behind you after you tuck the bottom of your coat under you.* As you can see, the car is fine. Some jackass let