Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Headbangers Ball!

When I finally shit the bed, whether it's dying in my sleep at the age of a one-hundred-and-two or choking on a cigarette butt in a beer can sometime during this tour, there will be a handful of things that flash before my eyes: Jumping up and down on the bed with tennis rackets air-guitaring Black Sabbath songs, getting my first skateboard, my first drum set, and now THIS.


Tour To Live!

1 comment:

  1. ! Holy shit. Congrats on your early heart attack, Coyle.