You love your job working for Mystery X. You are currently doing a spoken word album with Andrew McFing. You go to a party he throws and get really fucked up on five different drugs. You meet mutant jazz lovers who want to start a band with you. You agree and collect cell phone numbers. You sell your guitar the next day to buy a saxophone. You begin calling the people up and gathering up a band. In three weeks you are ready to go. You already have a gig lined up at the Infected Rat. Your band is called The Libby Boys. Here is the band's line up.
⤓ Tomatoe Beer by the Libby Boys.