Sorry, but twirling lights on a ball or your hands at a fucking Dubstep concert isn’t talent. Call me when you cure something, until then go fuck yourself.
It is with sadness we have to announce that for reasons out of our control, we will be closing after January 12th. None of us will forget the friendships made and the great music all of us have witnessed over the many, many years. With the sadness comes a little bit of joy that we still have time left to go to shows, and time to share how important this place is to so many people. A big thanks to Marty, Bill, Mike, Donny, Chris, Bryce and countless others of the past and current staff for making the place more than just four walls with a stage. We thank each and every one of you who played a show, bought a ticket, and drank our beers.
The Mohawk Place
NOOOOO!!! THE MUSIC!!!!! THE SWEET, SWEET MUSIC!!!!!!!
Wow. It’s been a while, tumblr. Where to begin? Well, I’ll start by saying I’m writing this in Boone, North Carolina from my girlfriend’s dorm. Yes, you heard that right. I found someone who calls me out on my bullshit and needs me just as much as I need her. That’s the biggest news. Yellowstone was amazing and I had the craziest summer of my life. It really was everything I wanted it to be and more. Now I know what I want to do with the rest of my life. Spoiler alert: I want to write! I like writing, it really helps me to figure out who I am and it makes me realize I really do have a lot to say! I’ll come back later, but as it stands right now, I’m extremely happy and excited for what’s to come. I’ll be writing more since I realized I really like it and it’s very obvious I need to get better at it. Stay classy, tumblrs.
-B.
Honestly, enjoy fellow tokers! Be proud you’re taking part in a social activity that’s SAFER than alcohol. Next time someone judges you, remind them that the number of people who have died from weed is a very fat single number. Zero. Peace and love.
Sorry, there’s just too much 4/20 hate this year. IT’S FUCKING WEED. Chill, damn. You don’t like it - ignore it. Do I put people down for being dangerously fucked up on Patty’s Day and New Years? No! (Usually ‘cuz I’m pretty eff’d up myself.) But a little respect for a God-created herb. Christ.
