Sadly, Every Release Brings Us Closer to Sinners & Saints Territory

Walking back from the bar. O'Neals.

A street near South.

A broken bottle.

"Go back to Jersey!"

Punches. Shoes removed. Shoes.

I kept my distance.

It was a weeknight. Of all nights. For this to happen.

Punch. Yell. Punch.

They went inside. We continued walking.

Josh punched a passenger window. On a car.

Right through it.

Bleeding.

I offered my t-shirt.

Blood for Blood.

I let him keep it.

Blood for Blood - Wasted Youth Brew. AKA. Bargain bin.