Let’s say it’s Redwood City, California, in the year 2000. It’s just barely summer, May or June. I just got out of middle school, but maybe not, maybe I have a year…
These guys gave up the dream of every fledgling college band. And yet, still, more than a decade later -- they are arguably bigger than they would've been had they stayed together.
I know I don’t truly understand what blood money really means, or what it is to offer up the vein, to be willing to give anything just to get by, but I have learned this: just because a story has utility doesn’t mean it’s false.