My name is Joey. I'm 17. I like music,graphic novels, fuzz and wahwah, black pants, stomp boxes, mountains, cool looking pocket knives, cheap sunglasses, Jack London, mandolin solos, french fries, slide guitar, cats, long car rides, drum fills, and old motorcycles.
I’ll tell you, man, my friend william came to me with a message of hope; it went: “fuck you and everything that you think you know. if you don’t step outside the things that you believe they’re gonna kill you.” he said: “no one’s gonna stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right, but if you want something better, you gotta put that shit aside.”