My last name is super fucking easy and people still fuck it up from time to time. I mean, in what fucked up (English speaking) place is "Kitt" pronounced "kite?!"
Being a mid-30's white guy in a decent neighborhood on the northwest side, I can't even imagine the kinds of things I read happening only a few miles away. It doesn't sound like the city I live in at all.
Yeah. Opening for Local H did that to me. I'd had a guitar for a couple years when I first heard them, but it was that first record of theirs I bought that made me want to really play the fucking thing.
Having him scowling at us from the VIP balcony was a bit unnerving, to be sure.
Yeah, I've got them on the cab, and I expect that part to be heavy. The damn head weighs almost as much. Wouldn't be a problem if I didn't live in a basement. :facepalm:
Yeah, just try navigating it WITHOUT a will. My wife and I did that twice, 10 months apart, for her father and mine. The only real saving grace (if you want to call it that) was that neither had much of anything to leave.