Glass Sky asked if I'd join them again on stage, for old times sake. Between Tommy's big, beautiful eyes, Stan's unassuming Asian hair, Marty's promises of a free 1/hr full body massage, and Justin's threats of dismemberment and death I had no choice but to agree. Literally, I didn't have a choice.
Please come to the show. I'm afraid of what might happen to me if the turnout isn't satisfactory.