A social club dedicated to music and value. Old enough to party. Vinyl & Bitcoin pod.
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“I lost track of Dusty, and then my girlfriend got pregnant and I had to get married. So I’m married and got a baby and living in my parents’ house. I was selling a little pot, too, to make ends meet. Plus, I started taking acid. So, my life was changing. I packed up my drums, my wife and my baby, and left home. It was a Norman Rockwell scene. I mean, mum’s crying, dad’s pissed off, and I’m loading shit in the car, you know." -Frank Beard, huge hog