Here's a pic from the archives. Me and Mixmaster about to devour our meager meal of bean burritos, stew, mashed potatoes + gravy, and what looks like a pie cooling on the loft in back. Click on the pic and peep Mixmaster's plate. It's one he made as a runt, it's got his damn name on it. And don't let the expansive loft seating fool you, it was a friendless feast.
Only hours after this peaceful setting was captured a shithead named Dave knocked on the back door asking for a ride. I offered to help him out and got fingered as an accomplice to his petty thieving ring that resulted in a forty-five minute car chase around Greensboro. Nothing like redlining a three-cylinder Chevy Sprint through red lights on Thnxgvng night to protect someone you wanted to kill… but hell, that's another story.
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