In truth, December destroyed me, January crushed me, by February I was not myself. March rolled in like beatings, and rolled out like a bear hug. In April I stared out the window for a fucking month! I don’t want October, I don’t want November, I don’t want to feel those crippling blows… It might be cuz I’m not alone, but this Vacation feels more like home.
-Jeff Rosentsock.

In truth, December destroyed me, January crushed me, by February I was not myself. March rolled in like beatings, and rolled out like a bear hug. In April I stared out the window for a fucking month! I don’t want October, I don’t want November, I don’t want to feel those crippling blows… It might be cuz I’m not alone, but this Vacation feels more like home.

-Jeff Rosentsock.