...oh...another vignette that i forgot in the previous post...as we were loading our gear into Pinon Pines for our show there, we caught a piece of conversation that was startling in it's gruesomeness...a weathered, grizzled old biker type exclaimed to his friend in a whisky and tobacco ravaged voice, "well...i've got three human skulls already, but i want one with a BULLET HOLE..."

...just the sort of thing one wants to hear walking into a gig...