That Awkward Middle School Dance
ChowderheadFor the past two weeks I’ve been relocating every single piece of shit that I own – and then some – into the all new Chowderhead Headquarters. Forgive me. For those who care, I’m still very much alive. I decided to spend the first night that I didn’t have to run out and buy ‘stuff’ by testing the smoke alarm in my 600 sq. ft. dwelling. It works. Not only is it loud, but there are two of them that beep at the same time. They talk too. A female voice told me to stop cooking and to exit the building in a single file line with all the other pissed off residents. After about ten minutes of listening to the incessant, loud beeping, I decided to just turn the radio on. I couldn’t find the clicker to change the hippy-music station that was on, but quickly decided that it was my only option to drown out the sound. My neighbors now have two good reasons to hate me. After a couple of songs I began to realize why I prefer head banging and mosh pits ( \m/ ) over club humping and booty-g










