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Issac: Yeah, we are! Jeremy's fuckin' wasted! It's hard for us to keep that dude sober. Like most of the time, he can't even play these days. It's like we'll start a show, and he'll be so wasted, he'll just hit the drums a couple of times and fall over. It's awful, but it's funny. We've been makin' him do speed so he can stay awake and shit, and he's doin' a good job. You saw today he was drunk. He drank a whole fuckin' fifth of vodka on the way over here and shit. And we were like, "Jeremy, Jeremy. Fucking take this speed."

Jeremiah: Oh, I gotta go swimming, man. I'm so stinky.

Living it up with Modest Mouse, over at Pitchforkmedia.com. This excerpt kind of reminds me of something else really great:

Zak: ... Me and my friend Joe have both broken our hands on each other's heads. It's just like burning yourself or whatever. It's just like doing something really nice for someone else and you get a feeling of goodness to yourself.

Cheryl: Is there a place on your head where you prefer to be hit?

Sam: It's usually in the forehead.

Zak: Anywhere from like my temples forward and mid-eyebrows up, but sometimes I like getting punched in the cheekbones really hard.

Natural highs and more, from Open Letters.