I recently came into possession of some things that would devastate a certain person who recently broke my heart, were she to find out. Or I should say pictures of things that are of such a personal nature that just knowing that they exist makes me suddenly a steward of this person’s secrets. Her very embarrassing secrets.
Before I get to that, here’s an early summer greasy dance jam. Get ready for sweaty late night make-out sessions in dusty corners of abandoned warehouses to THIS: