A World Wide Dirt event is coming in the ides of March. There will be summit held and our Midwest branch will be making the arduous journey to the city of angels to meet with the inferior West Coast branch. What will happen at this summit, you ask. Well, a lot is what. There will be drinks toasted to the poets and scientists and gods who have passed. There will be a pissing contest. There will be hugs, glugs, tugs, and nugs. There will be wine, women, and song. There will be transcendence. There will be exchanging of ideas and stories and thoughts and a drunken session in which all the mistakes committed by both branches since the last summit will be exposed and transcribed in a leather-bound dosier. And by God, there will be blood. You can join in the fun by finding us and just giving us some money, just because. It all goes to a good cause- we're gonna buy dye and I'll dye myself yellow to support our troops and Sean will dye himself pink to say, "Hey, I'm down with the battle against tit cancer." When we hug, we'll look like a gay and revolting Easter egg.
"Who are we to argue with taller ghost Walt?"
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