October 2007. There were these guys who had guitars, listened to all sorts of shitty punk music, and hated pretty much everything. They went home and saw nothing but Brittiney Spears and reality show garbage on TV. They tried to go out but got harrased by the cops and all sorts of other jack offs for being different. They got jobs but got tired of selling sugar injected animal bi-products with sides of fries to the mom who works two jobs, has no time to cook, and doesnt mind killing her own children to make an extra buck.

Yes, its 2007, the air smells like shit, everyone is obese, cops are out doing coke and chasing little girls instead of helping all the old people, all these kids are hooked on crystal meth, jesus freaks are lining the street in zombified fashion, and every parent sees their kids for 5 minutes out of the day. You work, you die, everyone forgets about you. So find some time to make a fucking difference, and maybe see The Obliterates a couple of times while you're at it...