Existential Sparano uses red line to demarcate life vs the afterlife - the non-existence of that which is
Quick update on the ticket situation:
- I should be getting a call in about 2 weeks or so. If we had Premium tix or we rented out an all-inclusive suite for $400 bones each (I'm assuming 'all-inclusive' means any make and model of female escort I want, complete with Dolphins cheerleader outfit and fresh mozzarella sticks), we'd be able to purchase them now but that's clearly not happening.
- That said, when they do call us we have to be ready to go. I asked about the payment means and, of course, the process is firmly rooted in the most advanced technology of 1995. We have to do one big payment all together at once. This is archaic and it fucking sucks, I know. So I'm thinking I'll set up a new Paypal account and everyone will have to submit payments via that. I absolutely hate being responsible for that much cash from so many people I love. FUCKING GOY.
- I'm hungry and it's time for me to go home and take a nap during lunch. That has nothing to do with the ticket situation but I thought you should know. Oh, also I'm going to get laid a lot very, very soon. Like a BONE DRY cum situation, if you catch my drift. At best, maybe a small puff of smoke blowing out off my coughing, dry penis by the end of it all.
More info for you guys as I get it. I'm also open to any other ideas re: collecting money from you goons. Paypal was the best I could think of but I'm clearly not very creative or internet savvy.
More to come...
