Adam Pierce traveled south from Flint in his 18th year to pursue a
more consistent education, which he did receive upon credited
completion a few flaccid semesters later. During this tenure he and
Mr. Hoffman met, as the former took multiple cigarette breaks while
the latter policed the northeastern quadrant of the campus, keeping
stickwielding letter-carriers and feral cats at bay. The two have
collaborated musically ever since, through many venues and many
implements. Today Adam sits amongst piles of “unreleased” material,
spends 35-40 hours a week dodging with drones and misanthropes, and
can mostly be found playing guitar, ranting, and recording the
multitudes of wildlife which abound in the night.