Type-O was more amazing than I imagined it to be. Peter fucking Steele was 8 feet away from me. Nothing in life will ever matter again. He had to read off a desk thing the lyrics that he wrote because he couldn't remember them from drinking too much. Kenny and Johnny's band wrote a song about "drowning in Peter Steele's vomit" that was absolutely heart wrenching. Oh, Peter, I'll take care of you!
ahhh <3
"We're homeless!" Chuck said, bouncing. "Now we can sleep on the beach and eat garbage!"
Piercings: 2 helix piercings, 12 mm lobes, 10g nipp, 8g septum
Ink: Lotus w/ skull behind ear, "Stay Negative" back of neck