Every year just following Christmas, I like to journey back to where I grew up in Western Pennsylvania. I visit with my mother, some family and usually some friends. Johnstown can be a rather difficult town on your general overall being, especially when the weather is wind blown and around zero degrees farenheit. Armed with some news of a classmate dying the evening before, having spent the afternoon with my stroke victimized mother who now acts eight and an empty, depressed town; I decided to document this feeling with a 2 minute track that sets the mood. 2 Hours, 4 cops and 3 frostbitten fingers later, I came away with these visions.