"hey, the superdevil's band is playing tomorrow night"
"oh?"
"i think it would be a good idea if you came down"
"i'm there"
the bastard reiterated this in a later IM conversation.
you see, the devil's work has dried up for our host and with a dearth of evil in his life, he's....
well...
he's just been up to no good.
so last night, i took a trip downtown to see the chairman's boss play with his band.
there were worse fates.
i could have stayed for the other band's set. which was it's own concentric circle of hell.
good times.
no.
GREAT times.
—the bastard
