Okay, I've been told by various and sundry posses of mine that, unlike last week or the week before, tonight for sure, really, they're going to make it. My friends I mean. Tsar will be there no matter what my friends do. You should too. The fact that I--King Hateful Curmudgeon of the world, enemy of all that is fun and joyous--have gone out the two previous Mondays to see Tsar, and weathered perilous drives from the west side and muggers and knives and cops must mean something.

I think.

Right?

Do it. New album material all up in that shit tonight. Salvation is yours.