LEIGH AND I ARE MISSING DAVE: And we’ll just leave it at that. Goddammit. We’re missing Nakamoto’s sweet locks, and even sweeter ways. I’m always longing for my parents, but damn, all this time away from Portland, and I miss my Reno buddy.

(FULL DISCLOSURE: This post is more or less KISSING NAKAMOTO’S ASS, so he keeps shipping the DDC merch while we are gone. Don’t let us down, punk.)