So this one time I was walking up the stairs of this haunted house I lived in with some of the best friends I have ever known and one of them had some acid so he handed it out and we all dropped a little bit and then when we got to the attic we strapped on our guitars and he got behind his drums and we played some music.
   The lines of reality blurred and things happened and we weren't a band anymore. I decided it was a better idea to become a fantastic tattooist who hates th...