I'll try not to, but according to co-workers, I tend to ramble when I email so..
TL;DR: Spafford Fucks. Lancaster Sucks. I'm the King. Spafford wants to take my mom out?
Anyway, Let's get started.
"What the fuck? What is this place? Where are all the buildings? What's that sickly orange glow in the sky? Jesus, is that a horse and buggy? What year is this? What am I doing with my life?” I think as I stand outside that station, surrounded by nothing, waiting on my buddy to pick me up. My last show was the