Thanksgiving day 2003. Smoove D is sitting in a filthy apartment [This is redundant, as Smoove’s flat is always dirty - Ed.] at a desk buried under every piece of mail he has ever received. Smoove is busy downloading internet porn before heading to an orphan dinner put on by recurring Propeller Skies character Katt. Never mind that Propeller Skies does not yet exist. Two Sheds radio is playing in the background. “Tomorrow Waits” by the Silent Kids begins blasting out of cheap tinny computer speakers. Suddenly Smoove pauses Stephanie Swift and checks out their web site.

Three years later, Smoove receives an email invitation from the band’s mailing list to Shane’s Big Ass Party, at which the Silent Kids will be performing. Smoove has no idea who the fuck Shane is, so he invites a few friends and makes plans to attend the party.

Recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver and I arrive at the party. I wander over and pour myself a beer. I glance at the tag on the keg and realize this Shane motherfucker is balling the fuck out of control. Crazy cracka bought kegs of Terrapin Rye Pale Ale. Bitchin’. We stand around and talk to some random people about everyone in Atlanta’s favorite topic - what we do for a living. Recurring Propeller Skies characters Katt and Chris show up. Chris proceeds to make friends with everyone at the party. I stand around and drink beer.

Silent Kids take the stage and I notice they have a few new members, including a smokin’ blonde bass player. The band plays about five songs and the motherfucking pigs show up. Despite this being an allegedly free country, Big Brother orders the band to stop playing. We leave. I recommend catching a Silent Kids show.