This blog is a lot like a deadbeat father.
We told you we'd be here for you every week, and then at our first chance we ditched you for riverboat gambling with some hooker named Tiffany.
Do we regret it? No.
Do we have herpes? Perhaps.
But are we back, with a five dollar toy we bought from the gas station looking to buy back your love. Hell yes.
This five dollar toy being of course the story of how our bassist Fox once hit a fan in the head with his bass guitar.
Some people describe our live performances as, "Epilepsy on stage".
Others describe it as "that thing draining my will to live" but that's for other reasons.
Anyway, one night we were rock rockity rocking and wouldn't you know it ol Fox starting headbanging with a fan standing by the stage.
They were forming a bond, a brother-ship if you will, and then the unspeakable happened.
Fox started to have Vietnam flashbacks.
The bodies, the blood. It all came rushing back.
Reminding him of that time he donated blood in Vietnam.
Anyway, these flashes put him in a fit of hysteria, he jerked back his bass and smashed the fan right across the face.
Currently they're entangled in a law suit or maybe they laughed it off. Can't remember.
That's it for this week.
Let's go fishing next week you greasy losers.