James Droll

I grew up in Pleasantville, Ohio on a llama farm. After graduating high school with a school record of 32 tardies, I went off to fail out of college at the University of Cincinnati. I decided to stay in the city and start a band where I wrote an entire album about being in the closet while being in the closet. We broke up after our drummer stole all of our money and eloped with his girlfriend to start working at a mega-church. That led me back to Pleasantville for a third shift cashier position at our local Walmart. Which led me to a wisdom tooth (I only had one) extraction and coming out to my Dad, who then confessed to doing drugs once. After saving enough money I moved back down to Cincinnati where I met a closeted country music artist who flew me to meet him in Nashville. A few months later I packed up again and moved to the buckle of the bible belt. This man forgot my birthday, got mad at me for being sad, and broke up with me for it. So naturally I wrote a song about it and here we are.