This is a really funny place to live.

I seldom have afternoons at home to myself. On the rare occasion that I do, I always observe something tragically out of place in my neighborhood.

The other day I saw the neighbor boy walking down the street holding a dead cat by the tail. My fledgling parental instincts kicked in, and I yelled at the kid to put it down. Within the hour, animal control was there to dispose of the dead kitty. Apparenty, this kid is consistantly up to something nuts, because his parents didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

Today’s comes in the form of a child-molester ice cream van…

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My guess would be the latter…

Marysville California… a small, yet diverse city with a rich, meandering history. Colored by tales of gold prospectors, the rail road and Asian settlers, old people are on almost every street corner just dying to tell you a historical nugget of the town’s wild past. As interesting as the town may be, there is one thing that Marysville is not known for… METAL!!1! Albeit, this fact falls upon deaf ears to the 15 and under demographic…

Any local fan of metal is likely to run into one of the scores of girl-pant-clad hooligans that frequent Carl’s Jr. Upon meeting one, youíre likely to get an earful about some shitty scenester band or another. However, a majority of the local chapter of emo kids are quite taken by a local thrash/metal/post-hardcore/cookie-monster band AtDawn.

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