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Well hello..so I love punk music, skaters, PIE, pimpin it up with my homies, snowboarding, skateboarding, soccer, going to
punk shows, dancing @ clubs, GUYS WHO PLAY GUITAR OR DRUMS..well i guess thats me in a nut shell...

"Getting your skate on has never been proven to be a real phenomenon"
-Transworld Sept/02
"Blinking the dust off your eyeballs feels better than leaving it there"
-Transworld Sept/02

Everybody is their own Rock Star!

Chelsey, Steph, Drew & Me after Commencement.
-May 21, 2004

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| Jacob Hoggard |
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| "Hello...I love you, won't you tell me your name? Hello..I need you like a bullet to my brain..." |
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The Story Behind Saturday:
"One night, particularily a saturday night, a place i was staying also took in foster kids. the girl will remain
nameless but her story will remain infamous. she struggled with her mom. and had to not live at home. it became complicated
and through one thing or another, her mother made her life a living hell. night after night they would argue on the phone,
and the girl, would be driven to mere insanity, by her mother on the phone. we would sit upstairs. still. somber. and listen
to her heart break. hear her scream utter insanities as she would throw the phone across the room, or screaming till her voice
owuld break. and crying all night long. her mother would actuall attempt to convince her she was crazy, she'd actually be
'tied up' and medicated and sedated. her mother tried to convince her she was crazy. her life was a wreck. one saturday night,
she broke, she cried all nigght long. broken. i sat upstairs. in the middle of winter, listening to her heart break. i could
take it. i had to let it out. i went to my room, and cried myself for hours. got up. and hey. its just another saturday."
-Jacob Hoggard.
http://jacobhoggardfansite.tripod.com/id20.html

"We are kids
We think life is a scam
We come from a wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didn't we got no soul..."

"Oh my girl
Your so hot when you walk you melt snow
And now that disco has finally grown old
Lets buy back our souls
So lets see
Ya we've got 5 bucks between you and me
My mental dishes are finally clean
So cleared are we..."

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