I just spent two hours on the phone trying to convince my best friend from high school to check into rehab (again). During this plea, I drank two 40s of Private Stock, so I’m one to talk. But the malt liquor memories greased the gears of high school nostalgia and when that occurs, Screeching Weasel inevitably materializes. I’ve done my best to avoid posting random YouTube videos thus far, so forgive my slip tonight and just enjoy this song, it still rules.