Glory.

 Back from tour.

Exhausted, beat up, sick, can barely talk, and couldn't be happier.  I have a million pics and a couple of videos we recorded at 4 in the morning standing on a sidewalk freezing our asses off in front of the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas but I have to be all the way coherent to provide intelligent enough backstory for that shit.  And have energy to put that shit up on my computer.

I always forget why I love this band.  And then this shit happens and I remember why it's changed my life and all that jazz.  <3