Bayron

My childhood best friend has hopped aboard the fame train by joining a local band called Hendrick, who is about to hit it big with the national release of their debut album, Exhale. Once he starts rakin' it in, I'll probably hit him up for the $100 he owes me. Maybe...we'll see.


Anyway, it must be awesome to be in a band that actually has a following. I was in a band called Temptive Season in college, but it just wasn't meant to be. Mostly because we sucked. But while sitting on the computer this morning arbitrarily surfing the internet for nothing in particular, I stumbled upon something better than a fan club.

Introducing:

There's nothing better than an Argentinian power-metal band from 1999 that just happens to be named after you. I don't know, maybe it's my Hawai'ian charm that somehow found its way into their soulless, tattooed hearts. Or perhaps they did a google search for "most attractive man alive" and clicked "I'm feeling lucky."
Whatever the case may be, I am extremely honored and deeply touched that a group of hardcore rock-faced stoner men would want to band together in the name of a young, 13-year-old homeschooled tube-sock-wearing white kid.

Ok, I'm done entertaining myself now. Time to work.