You know what fucking blows? Coming home from a weekend away to find one of your fish dead.
I’m fucking bummed. I had this baby fish (these two other fish I had popped this one out), and I put it in a separate tank so it wouldn’t be consumed by the other fish. Over the last two months, I took a liking to her, and was psyched to see the fish grow.
But no. Now the lifeless fish is in a sewer somewhere. Life is too fucking fragile, folks. So is the singer of Suicide Silence.
Mitch Lucker was hospitalized this weekend after he developed a nasty infection in his freshly-fractured elbow.
He’s at the Orange Coast Memorial hospital in Fountain Valley, California — for any stalkers out there.
Suicide Silence is working on new material, and looking for a label to release it next year.