Today was the day. The day I've waited for, and partly hated. The US tour of Jess and the Ancient Ones, with King Diamond, has started.
After a hurry från helvete, the older chick and little birdie took me to our local bus station, and left me there. The group of beards had already been summoned by the great Onnibus entity, and we crawled inside the bowels of a red devil. The damn thing will take us to Helsinki, where we'll grow our wings again, and fly to Atlanta (of the independent Republic of Georgia) to prepare for the first show of the tour.
The last days were too busy, as is always the case with my leavings, but fortunately this only takes a month. Then I can make things right again. Not that I screwed up anything, but, well, you know!
I wonder how Metallica guys have felt when leaving ruins behind before touring a year and a half. On the other hand, they were kids then, and things are very different for a rusty old man like I am.
I'll pour my longing and enjoyment here whenever I feel so. I may not be dead if you don't hear me for a while, but I'll still try to write frequently. So stay tuned on whichever channel you found this message on!
Oh, and if you're planning on breaking into my apartment and stealing my awesome collection of tarantulas, roaches and €4 webcams, sorry, the two hounds of hell live there and are very eager to bite your hands off.