The Catacombs of Hollywood

Sick city. The map was all wrong.

I’ve learned to keep quite quiet as of late. Maybe I’ll learn French instead. 

I went farther into the catacombs. I have daily anxiety about giving you sound advice. 

Will they ever really go to that open mic night?

I bet you’d rather have a dollar than each instagram follower.

If I never hear classic rock on the radio again it will be too soon.