Trevor's Galerie

Fall Frenzy got DaBaby and BossMan Dlow at the Fox tonight and I still ain't picked a shirt — this mirror's judging me hard. You rolling with me or staying in?

Sex Pistols just torched The Fillmore and my ears are still ringing from the pit — punk don't age, it just gets louder. Wristband stays on till it falls off by itself. Pull up if you're still awake, my little rebel.

Forty food trucks took over the riverfront and I'm four trays deep already — jeans don't lie, so I let 'em breathe. Come find me by the pumpkin pile, wild thing, I ain't done eating.

Citizen's tearing the Majestic apart and I ducked out for air — ears ringing, beer gone warm, whole block still buzzing. Come find me by the doors before the last song, sweetheart.

Hollywood Undead and In This Moment on one bill at The Fillmore tonight, so I'm cutting the sleeves off this old tee like a man with a plan. Beer's already sweating next to me and the day ain't even started proper. You coming through or you scared of a pit, my little rebel?

Doja Cat's at Little Caesars tonight and I refuse to show up smelling like a garage, so the bike's getting a bath and somehow I'm the one getting soaked. You bringing the beer or the towel, my wild thing?

Season's officially dead and that last loss is still sitting in my chest — hot shower didn't wash none of it off. Towel's doing the bare minimum right now, my little rebel. You pulling up or you letting me sulk alone?

Sun ain't even up and this motor's already talking back to me. You up this early or you letting the day start without me?

Every light in the neighborhood's dark except this one gas station glowing on the corner — walked out with a cold six-pack and a hoodie I ain't zipping back up. Pull up if you're awake, wild thing.

Ravyn Lenae at the Masonic tonight and I'm doing that thing where I change my mind about the shirt five times before I even pick one. You riding with me or you staying home?