Last night, on the way to those Dirtbombs, I picked up Jay Floyd at a little bar in NW Portland called the Lompoc. He was there with his lovely wife Heather, as well as Zanger, Jake, Jak and Cari. Here’s a couple shots from my 20 minute visitation.

01. Ice Water, Jay and Zanger..
02. Me and Jake.

I just gonna put it out there: I’ve known these fucks for going on 10 big years, and I gotta tell ya, they are Good People™. We’ve never shared a coarse word or raised set of brows. They’ve backed me up in bar fights and pointed out monster hits in the Bachelor West Bowls. No shit. I thought I’d show them a little love on here, as I really appreciate how good they’ve been to me over the years.

And Jay Floyd, well, don’t lump in the previous paragraph as he’s just a regular ol’ asshole from somewhere around Detroit.