grew up building wobbly bike jumps out of bricks and cat piss covered plywood. Sometimes they would launch and soar into the stars, through the galaxy, slide E.T. a bite of their fresh pb&j and land with pride and glory.

Sometimes they would land on their huevos rancheros.

Their songs are a throwback to a nostalgic era, when kids still smoked an occasional Marlboro and neighborhood dogs roamed free in the streets.