Writing a bio for your own band is alot like asking that kid with the hot sister if his sister is hot. He knows what's up, it's just not really the kind of thing he wants to talk about or say. So I'm not going to sit here and hype the shit out of us. You've all read every other band do that. There's no adjectives that haven't already been overused before. At this point, a band bio is almost a cliche of a cliche. The bottom line is if we all didn't love what we're doing, and who we're doing it with, we wouldn't be doing it. With that said, I am going to tell you a little bit about the four of us. 10/22/02 12:52 a.m. Chris is passed out in the living room in the Lay-Z Boy. Star Trek is on the TV, I can hear it from down the hall here in the "office" (it's really a dining room that we have no need for). In his defense I don't think he planned on watching Star Trek, I think he just passed out watching Friends. We're both here in our little two bedroom apartment in Kingston, Pennsylvania, just across the river from Wilkes-Barre. It's actually not all that little, if we were still living in Jersey this would be about a $1200 a month apartment. But here in PA, this place is only an overpriced $440 a month (it really is overpriced, there's bigger 3 bedroom places for $400 a month here). We work as servers at The Olive Garden and Chili's respectively. We don't try to kid ourselves about what we do. We're not saving any lives. We're not performing fucking brain surgery. We move plates from a kitchen to a table and we both more or less hate our jobs. All it really does is pay the rent, put food on the table, and put cigarettes in our pocket. We don't pay any of our bills except our rent and that affords us a little extra money in our pockets on some days for a cd or an Orange Julius. Frank and Mike on the other hand. I don't know if stuck is the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind. Well, they're stuck in Jersey with jobs that are probably far worse than mine and Chris's. Mike sits behind a desk and stares at spreadsheets all day, while Frank is also a server, but for some posh Bergen County restaurant where he gets to deal with yuppie fucking SUV New Yorker Magazine bullshit all day long. Frank actually buys alot of cd's, whereas Mike is more of a minimalist and sticks to his coffee and cigarettes. And I truly apologize, but I don't actually know how either of them feel about Orange Julius. I know there is an Orange Julius in one of the fifteen malls that are in Paramus, so they at least have access to it if they want it. I really don't know where I'm going with any of this I just didn't want to write "Listen to us because we're so good," "Help us because we're so nice," or "Fuck us because we're so hot." The truth is, if you want to listen to us there's a link to our mp3.com site directly to the right of this, if you want help us in any way visit the CONTACT page and get in touch with us and find out if we really are nice guys, and well... I hate to say it but we really aren't all that hot. Chris has a big nose, I have a receding hairline, and Mike and Frank, well they always wear those goofy ska hats. -Rob-