Trevor’s Word of the Moment: Extreme

Extreme

Extreme? Are you shitting me? My first thought was that Extreme would be a kick-ass name for a band. I mean, shit. Look at ShapeShifter. We’re nothing if not extreme.

Thinking’s bad for your fucking health. Which means I wised up fast.

Only the pansies would think to call their band Extreme. Losers who think being extreme means acoustic guitars and love songs and black and white videos featuring half the band and close-ups of those pretty faces so the girls’ll swoon. I mean, shit, if you’ve got to tell people you’re extreme, there’s no fucking way in Hell you are. Even in your Goddamn dreams.

Now Extreme Losers. That’s a band name for ya. A man can have fun with a name like that. Play it ironic. Play it satiric. Play it serious, and play the shows so drunk, they all fall off the stage, into puddles of their own puke. Into clouds of blow.

Of course, with those sorts of habits, they wouldn’t be someone you wanted to listen to.

But I still don’t want to listen to those pansies and their acoustic love songs, either. That’s about as extreme as Rusty is.

And don’t get me started on her.

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