Journalist of Chaos

Warning: the words that follow are a heavily impaired, utterly unreliable, and willfully irreverent account of a story gone to hell. I'm Brandon Marchand, a gonzo journalist, and I'm only here because I wrote about the uncomfortably obvious truth. You've been warned. What happens next is not for the faint of heart. Loopy turmoil ahead. Pictures are on your own. We're venturing into the depths, where fact and fiction decay like a rave in a sugar-fueled haze. See real poets don't use these sites, but something has brought me here, so let us dive in shall we, seen your self centered story boards. Yeah, real impressive, hahaha. Love this shit.