Twin Peaks. The return. Camera Obscura. Twin Strangers. West Side Story. Ok go.

Waiting for the show to begin I marveled at my defensive strategy. Should my pre-frontal cortex start jonesing for that sweet haptic feedback, diverting my attention for even a second, I lavishly laid out before me my weapons of mass absorption. Six hot pieces of original recipe KFC, three homemade aluminum free biscuits, one bowl of packet boiled gravy, and two cans of Diet Coke. Now sparkle in a pint glass with ice cubes. Call it a day and sparkle god damn it.

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