I thought you were going to suggest a novel documenting the recording sessions of their albums and how un-epic they probably are when compared to how their music sounds.
Chapter 15: Panic in the Dungeon
August 17, 2001
It turns out that there was no more whiskey in the Dungeon, so I decided to head to the liquor store to pick up some more. It was a full moon that night, and the crazies were out in full force in Jersey. The local annoying homeless guy, Curtis, wanted to bum a smoke off of me, as he always does (Zeus damn him). I told him I was out, which was an outright lie, but I knew he'd live. The inside of the store was bright yet dingy, and as always I headed to isle three to find some of that sweet saucy Jack.
After returning to the Dungeon, I could hear Rullo working on his drum tracks in the side room. As I walked into the main chamber, I found Russ passed out on the floor and Lepond sitting in the corner. He looked at me and simply shrugged his shoulders. P was nowhere to be found. Disaster was striking, and here I was, right at the heart of it...
