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35, or the number of dollars I just paid for Type O Negative tickets a month from now in NYC. We love Type O here, and their ghoulishness is very appropriate for us. Call me 16, but I still get excited about Type O, whether it’s a new tour, a new album, or simply a random rediscovery while I peruse through my catalog .
Not really. But still an intresting read from Time. I was actually reading a book for a while on blood-sucking creatures with the intention of writing a review here, but my trip to London interrupted, as I had to return the book to the library.
Anything with the word “Vampire” in it always catches my eye.
Saturday, Saturday, Saaaaturday!!!! IT’S MOTHER FUCKING SATURDAY.
I am in North Carolina this weekend to take in one of Devil’s Demons favorite non-horror traditions, college football. So once again, I taking a little tryst away from the Devil’s Demons standard, I am writing about a book. Now people, I am by no means attempting to get a job reviewing bestsellers for the NY Times. Hence I will keep this one short. Bottom line, if you are looking for an easy-reading and entertaining tale on a sportsman’s descent into a dark drug and sex-fueled escapade that nearly claimed his life and all he knew and cared for, then check out Jason Peter‘s memoir Hero of the Underground.