Let's be brutally fucking honest and uncensored here 'kay? Engagement on deviantART blows crippled Himalayan mountainside goatcock. It wasn't deviantART that got me the audience with Halestorm, it wasn't deviantART that gave me the drive and energy on a Friday night to go photograph local bands when I am already buried in the god forsaken redline from an unforgiving job in I.T. security where my mistakes literally mean people fucking die alright? Where the fact that I'm surrounded by supposed "experts" who don't understand a fucking DNS query or who don't understand what the PSH flag in TCP does is seemingly not of consequence and I have to pick up their slack for terabytes worth of traffic is somehow normal.
Ultra's about to wreck some shit, so light one up, raise a glass and scream hell yeah, because the motherfucking wizard is fed up and reaching the end of his sentence (enlistment). So come with me on this journey is I embrace hellfire and stop giving a fuck about people I can't control or educate, so hang on, because the brakes just fucking failed. So pour me another fucking coffee and don't forget the whiskey.