Our tale
The Club’s Wild Story
It all began with Summer.
Last summer, our good friend Summer lost her phone five times. Five. At first, we laughed. We thought she was just clumsy, drunk, or tragically allergic to purses with zippers. But as the losses piled up, a disturbing pattern began to emerge…
There was a system. A method. A cabal. These weren’t fly-by-night thieves. This was an organized phone-stealing syndicate targeting West Hollywood’s bar scene.
One by one, phones started vanishing from our entire friend group. Nights out ended with blank stares and empty hands. FOMO turned to real fear. Nobody was safe.
Then it happened: Cat’s phone got stolen.
That was the tipping point. Enter Ben Horwitz. Inspired by chaos, betrayal, and his own slow descent into madness, he began sketching out a song. A few weeks later, Ben’s own phone was stolen — and things got real.
This wasn’t just a song. It was a mission.
The next day, Phone Stealing Club was born. The rest? History.
