Its ambitious yes, but not to a fault. Well, maybe to a fault, but if that's the case then just add it to the list of Patrick Stickles' raucously documented fuck-ups. It's a record both about missing the Fung-Wah from Jersey to Boston and about fighting your lower half's brethren for no good reason; its about fuck-ups, remember. But its also about taking those doubts, those insecurities, those moments of fucking up, and not so much taking pride in them so much as using them as motivation to scream "woe is me" in the most hooky, rocking way that you can. Its like laughing at the guy who downed a few too many "keggers and Keystone Lights", but then simultaneously realizing that you're in the same bar with him on the same useless Friday night, so you might as well just sing along with him. Enjoy these times losers, even if you've been told you're wasting them.
At least thats what I got out of it. |
