After barely graduating high school through some sort of last hope, fail switch loophole involving a month of scrounging chemistry credits in a cockroach infested computer lab tucked away in the far reaches of a beyond-high fail rate teenage daycare center, I had spent the next 10 months in an aimless, surreal nothing state, waiting for the next thing to happen in my life that I could mindlessly trudge through for a few years in hopes of occasionally getting a few fun or meaningful times wedged between blocks of early adulthood malaise haze and empty headed emotional fits. In these 10 months, I had a lot of time to further degrade into a technology-addled, socially inept recluse whose greatest achievement was successfully filling the space between awake and asleep with something capable of just the perfect amount of distraction so that the pangs of guilt over reckless escapism didn't fully set in, but could focus attention for long enough so that the phrase \"I'll definitely get to it tomorrow\" could always be applicable if the day ended up somehow \"just getting away from me\". Sleeping until 6 in the afternoon, watching the entirety of Totally Spies, and riding a rusted bicycle through the same poverty dulled streets at 3 AM everyday while my dad worked tirelessly to keep me fed and alive was certainly the highest point in my post-high school life. Eventually, I stumbled upon a skype group a few months into my gap infinity that was filled with many other youngsters in a similar way. After a few MORE months spent in suspended low income animation, laughing and joking with a never ending stream of digital voices for hours on end, this album materialized out of many wasted nights, alone on a mattress on the floor with a laptop, and internet connection, and nothing but time to kill.
