Dear Marty, If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I’m alive and well. I’ve been living happily these past 8 months in the year 1885. The Lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean cause a gigowat overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor and, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately the car will never fly again. I set myself up as a blacksmith, as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts won’t be invented until 1947. However, I’ve gotten quite adept in shoeing horses and fixing wagons. I’ve buried the DeLorean in the abandoned DelGado mine, adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. There it should remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart… should have no trouble repairing it so that you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985 destroy the time machine… I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces. And I feel that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the time line. And please take care of Einstien for me… I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you godspeed. You have always been a good and loyal friend to me, and you have made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, “Doc” Emmett L. Brown September 1, 1885.

I just got off the phone with someone after talking for 2 hours. He told me I have bad luck. I wasn’t even complaining about anything.

I’m sitting at a booth alone, having breakfast in some cozy country breakfast spot in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Some guy just sat down at the booth in front of me, also alone, facing me. Now we’re just looking at each other.

I deleted facebook, instagram, shapchat, tumblr, foursquare, vine, whatsapp,and linkedin from my phone, then I disabled safari and turned off vibrate. I’m taking a smartphone break.

One of my favorite parts of being in a band is all the wonderful people I get to meet. See you all soon!

One of my favorite parts of being in a band is all the wonderful people I get to meet. See you all soon!

Selfies in traffic. Weeeeee…

Selfies in traffic. Weeeeee…

Lake Marion, SC

Lake Marion, SC

Hanging with Mr. Pete in South Carolina.

Hanging with Mr. Pete in South Carolina.

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So out of context, so amazingly stupid. I love it.

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Bad Veins have been nominated for 3 Cincinnati Entertainment Awards this year: “Artist of the Year”, “Album of The Year”, and “Best Alternative/Indie Band”. The first 2 categories are chosen by a panel, but the “Alternative/Indie” category is up for public voting. If you don’t mind donating a few seconds, please click below and vote! Thanks!

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My uncle’s house.

My uncle’s house.

what a hunk

what a hunk

Our tree. Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. I love you all.

Our tree. Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. I love you all.

Shoe upgrade, again.

Shoe upgrade, again.