Prologue
We’re back again, bitches! It hasn’t been too long since we’ve been around, but I bet you missed us anyways. We missed you, you filthy little things. Have you been good little angels while we were gone? Or have you been the naughty demons we fucking adore? Either way, you’re perfect for us.
Are you ready for another tour? More songs, more violence, and even more debauchery?
I sure as fuck am, as are my brothers. This time we’re playing for someone near and dear to our dead little hearts, our PR woman, and the one who works behind the scenes to keep us on track while rocking and rolling.
All the thank-yous go to her. We love you, Babycakes!
~Cary
Another tour, woohoo! This time, we’re rocking down under, dodging kangaroos, and fighting crocodiles as we hunt our prey at night. What could be better? Fuck if I know.
Misha, we love you. We’re here for you! You keep us going even when we sabotage the shit out of ourselves and our careers. None of this would be possible without you. Rock on!
~Derrick
Mmmm, hello, our sweet little things. I’ve missed you and the way you call out my name as I play for you.
I’m aching to make my guitar scream, just as you do when I finger you the same way; hard, fast, and without a break between sets.
I want to hear those sweet sounds, come on my lovely little devils, sing for me.
Sing for us all. And while you’re at it, sing out for the woman of the hour, the one who even Red listens to (shocking, I know). Sing for our mother hen, our backbone, our Babycakes. We love you, Mish!
~Lucian
It’s so nice to be here again, in front of your eyes and in your ears.
Have you missed us? I’ve missed you all, so, so very much.
But we’re back now, here for all of you, and here to help one of our own.
You know, Misha, it would be so much easier if you’d just let us bring you over to our dark side.
But I guess you’d have to know what we are first. Should we tell? ??
~Marcus