Have you been practicing your Manson stare, wee one? Can you stare into the swirling abyss and maintain your human facade? Here's a little secret: It's all in the forehead. Focus your eyes just slightly beyond whosoever speaks unto you, knit your wizened brow, and act like you know what the hell you're doing. Take a long summer break to hitchhike around the American south with a photo of Franz Kafka in place of a "Will Work for Whatever" sign, and, if you survive, start a doom metal band where you're the only member, and I'm your audience of one. You are getting sleepy...
