The last time we fought a dragon, we had been listening to Slayer's "Hell Awaits" on repeat for three days straight, drinking screw-top vodka under the highway, and lurking in the shadows of downtown in pursuit of evil. When our AA batteries ran out and the music stopped, we lost control, put our left fist through a mirror, tripped over an old shoe, and plunged face-first into a pool of bile, lung blood, piss, and dirt. Baptized in unholy water, we've been sitting in wait for the dark tones of our soul to find expression ever since. Then yesterday someone threw a... More >>>