Westbrook

Three guys sit together in a dimly lit house. Coffee table still has yesterdays take out sitting on it and if you open the cabinet doors to the kitchen you can find cockroaches sitting among the plates and cups that are hand washed weekly. House is quiet other than the picking of an acoustic guitar and the strokes of a pencil as lyrics are furiously written down to tell a story. Whose story it is is yet to be determined. Could be about a friend, family member, acquaintance, or just something ...

Three guys sit together in a dimly lit house. Coffee table still has yesterdays take out sitting on it and if you open the cabinet doors to the kitchen you can find cockroaches sitting among the plates and cups that are hand washed weekly. House is quiet other than the picking of an acoustic guitar and the strokes of a pencil as lyrics are furiously written down to tell a story. Whose story it is is yet to be determined. Could be about a friend, family member, acquaintance, or just something out of thin air. Chances are though, we are writing about ourselves.