STOLEN VAN!

if anybody cares, we had our van stolen early this morning. heres the exclusive story.

it was a morning like any other.
eug woke up to the sound of kyle masturbating in the next room at 7 am, yeah harsh. anyways this was yet another early morning eug had to spend into the studio engineering on the new Grass City album. so he got up to his usual morning shenanigans of breakfast, maybe a shower and definitely not a shave (his face anyway).

off goes happy go lucky eug into the elevator from his 4th story apt in downtown new west to the safe and secure parking garage in which our dear friend (and trusty band van) “the bumblebee” sleeps at night. the bumblebee must have known eug was coming because he was up early, earlier than normal. eug said hello to the others sleeping in the lot but headed for the van. with one turn of a key (not really) bumblebees eyes lit up bright and buzzed and roared with beauty and strength. “off to the old bullys studios again today bud” whispered eug to the recently awaken slumberbee. “bzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzz carrrummbbphhh” said ol’ bumbly, and they were off.

further downtown new west they arrived at the destination safe and sound with out a soul to be seen on the street at this hour. “i love being up up at ten bumble” said eug “its so calm”. as eug walked into the building, locked the door and went upstairs to the studio. there were no indications to what was about to happen next.

after a smoke and a coffee upstairs with the grass city boys, they returned downstairs and the minute eug glanced out the window, he dropped his coffee in terror and screamed “HOLY FUCK BOYS!” bumbley was missing! he dashed out the door, novelty seattle mariners bat firm in hand, only to find no trace of the perpetrator and an empty parking spot.

as eug calmed down from his fit of russian rage, he realized that the empty parking spot was actually in his heart and broke down in tears. two companions torn apart for no apparent reason. this saddened the eug and pushed him towards the bottle. but what hurt even more was that he left a brand new stick of deodorant in bumbles backsid, no thats a harsh buzz.

Bumble’s legacy will live on in our hearts and we will carry on, but we might be a bit late for gigs now since we’ll be taking transit.

R.I.P. BUMBLE WE LOVE YOU STAY STRONG EVERYONE WERE GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.

our album releae show on next friday the 22nd at the railway club will double as a memorial service for sweet bumblepie, so please attend and come say a few words.

the fuckin way she goes boys, fuckin way she goes.

-the wizards