WELL LET US START FROM THE BEGINNING:
When my brother and I were unknowingly separated at birth, I somehow always knew there was something missing in my life. Yet, little did I know- there was someone else thinking the same thing.
The long story, short, is Life goes on Spring to summer. Summer to Fall. Fall to winter, and so on and so on. Then one night, a flashing, hot, and young guitar player (MYSELF), in a dismal downpour, happened across a one-horse saloon on the bad side of town. On the stage was a drummer, with fists of rage that were pumping out thunderous beats and driving some toothless and saggy-assed groupies insane. The next thing you know, the flashing, hot, and young guitar player (MYSELF), shed the panties that were draped around my neck and allowed the tribal beats to sooth my ears. The great beast inside smiled and a warm fuzzy feeling interred my mind. I knew it was fate and that the moons had aligned. Now it was time. The reunion of the long lost brothers and for a new world order to come to life. COME! CHILDRED FROM THE OTHER SIDE, COME! IT IS TIME TO BEND YOUR MIND!
Alas, from the shouts and the chants, came the last member of the clan. There were fires, spit, and sparks, then an electric bolt of lightening, WITH a Bass guitar in his hands! A ferocious, lusting, and thrashing thump, arose from the guitar and the demonic strum vibrated everything in the land. The something missing is now complete.
So, if you think that on the 7th day, God rested. Think again, he was saving the best for last.
MIND BENT