Oh, right. You know, you're going to have to explain to me what being a roadie for Dethklok entails, because I've never heard of people giving up their names and lives to work for a band before. It kinda sounds crazy, but more in the terms of "mind altering acid trip" crazy, not "chicks sending their pubes in the mail for me" crazy.
Yep. He's... old and stodgy and kinda thinks I'm some sort of modern amusement. Like an iPod only more hairy.
Well hey, [address] has some good coffee. Ain't no Duncan Hills, but catch as catch can.