You're slummin' it in a warehouse. Nobody has caught on yet to your escapades; sneaking bread from the nearby cantina, and bird-washing at the local 7 day convenience. You're doing it because life is too short to waste your workday on somebody else's dream and there's no denyin' that the beer tastes better with a heft o'liberty thrown in. While you're at it start a band and do it cause 'why the fuck not?' You can use the warehouse space to throw shows, or better yet practice to no one and be as loud and carefree as possible, while shot-gunning beers the whole time.

Call yourself Killer Ghost and haunt the walls around you. Scare of the neighborhood rats with more sass than Kim Fowley and blast your speakerbox as loud as possible with the complete Nuggets box. Make sure the noise is pointed out the window at a nearby dumpster so that all the 'punks' can hear it and begin to question their ethos. They will ask themselves "do I really need my studded belt, or can I just wear my conviction on my sleeve and join those Killer Ghosts in that warehouse and haunt America with apathy?"

Ask Killer Ghost all these questions and more at Cha Cha Sunday, Feb, 22nd @ 8:30