Expect the worst. Nothing has ever happened in your time on this planet that makes any other philosophy hold water. People all over the world have different coping mechanisms against the existential crush. Some find religion, some find suicide, some start a shitty pop punk band and tear through their years in an inebriated rage of blind partying. Two years ago, three young fuck-ups of the most gentlemanly attributes gave us a most righteous batch of party jams. I believe it was the anarchist Emma Goldman who said, “It's not my black-out drunk, puke-on-everything-I-love party if I can't dance to it.” And we all had a great time buying thirty Keystone Lights, nailing cans to the drywall, and coming home and pissing in the sink.... CLEAR VINYL! Back in stock!