I’ve got a box of old letters hidden under my bed. Ok, it’s actually in my closet. I don’t keep shit under my bed because I live alone, have a ton of space, and am a goddamn adult. Anyway, the box is one of several low priority items that live on a shelf that’s hard to reach. Stuff like the box my laptop came in lives up there. And a bag I bought to carry a vintage alesis drum machine I got when it was not vintage at all. Incidentally, I made some really killer beats this one hour back in ’94 when I managed to hook that thing up. I even saved them. I bet they’re still saved and it still works and I’ll be famous soon. Continue reading Secret Box