Everyone in Onion had something to prove. Dan needed to be a mans man. Anth needed to prove he wasn't soft. I needed to prove how smart I was. Jon needed to prove that he needed no one. Dave and Rob needed to be in charge. Miklos needed to prove he could function. Alex just wanted to have fun. We did have fun sometimes, just not enough.

The band was only me, Dan and Anth plus Jon until we fired him. We all lived together to form Onion the culture. We had two 1000 square foot lofts in Downtown LA near the courthouse where the OJ trial eventually was, Yohan Plaza (a Japanese Maul), Al's Bar, Hilby's Kitchen, and shanty's filled with homeless people. When Dan made the mistake of parking on the street someone camped out in his cartoon Colt Vista and left a bunch of Popeyes Chicken, and worse.

Skunk
- posted by danvt @ 9:34 AM