This, my friends, is a ball sack. Ha! Hahaha! Oh yes. I kill myself. Then I revive myself so I can die all over again.
I think we might have found a solution to the CD-related stupidity. Maybe I don’t have to make good on my threat to destroy every copy after all. And maybe by the week’s end I’ll finally be able to drop some copies of the new album off at Dr. Disc for anyone who wants them and begin the adventure that is sending CDs off in the mail to all sorts of exotic places.
Would you believe I have fans in Brazil? Of course you would. It would be a lie, but you’d believe it, because my powers of persuasion are beyond reproach.