Since moving back to the south (deep E. Tennessee), ive obviously had to go back in the closet. not that i was ever out to anyone in-person, anyway. Specter7 and i tell our neighbors we're cousins.
anyway, i think that's inspired our work in a weird way. now it's more explicit, not that this is anything crazy. But i think it's our brains' ways of rebelling. yeah.
Maximum Khil wants to be famous. Not because he really cares about having hordes of adoring fans... or money... no. He wants something entirely different: recognition. Specifically, the recognition of his favorite niche microcelebrities. Yeah! He wants to become his idols' idol. And he wants them to think he's hot.
Unfortunately...
The underground world of pop punk and skateboarding and... being emo isn't as welcoming as it seems. Max finds that out the hard way. All of those small time musicians he had been fawning over? All those guys in tight pants and makeup? They're evil! They're horrible! They're terrible! And they're ready to chew Max up and spit him back out (after hooking up with him, of course.)
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