Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Backyard Garcia

Hey, Garcia.

“Heeey, man.”

Good look.

“Woke up like this.”

I believe you.


  1. Wonderful words, wonderful pic. The guy in the window is making me nervous though…..

  2. It is not Garcia’s backyard, some random yard in Marin that he would occasionally be found in.

    The property owner would call Parrish to come pick him up.

  3. When Garcia starting insisting on general anesthesia for a beard trim, that’s when things went sideways.

    I sympathize, of course.

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