Ah! Rest at last. It seem as if were out doing battle with busses,
trucks, caterers,
crew and ourselves forever. It was really fifteen months on the
road and time for
relaxation. Wrong! We must begin the writing process for our
next recording,
and apparently that process had to start immediately.
Shit, and I thought I had it bad with underage sex tours, groupies
harassing my seven wives and that IRS breathing fire up my asshole.
WRONG!
― Queen G of the Nil-All drawers, Friday, 7 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)