“Alright, so here is where I went wrong last night,” Cassian opened the gate to the tiny, itty bitty space in the backyard between the band’s house and their next door neighbor’s. The patch of grass was pathetic, dehydrated, and brown - not to mention the fences on either side of it weren’t in great shape. But he was determined. “I was trying to stay away from the neighbor’s fence, but then I got too close to my fence, and I kept running into it.” He turned slightly to show off the wood burn on his left side. “So we need to center it more.” // @brackenxholden














