What a weekend! After the show on Friday a small man with hooks for hands forced me into a van to gratify his grossly obese wife’s lusts in exchange for a Slurpee. I had to punch my way out of that one and lost a tooth in the process. I think the band is moving in a good direction but the omens are hard to read. Every night I dream that when I try to sing, butterflies swoop out of my mouth. What does it all mean?
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