Later today, I depart the unHoly Land. I'll be taking a southern route, to avoid crossing into the lands of Mor-mon; the Prophet and I have recently negotiated a pact of mutual avoidance. I'll be skipping the great Citadel of Las Vegas, in favor of revisiting Kingman, Arizona, where our tour bus broke down for 3 interminable days in the summer of 1983...
See you at Flock Hall.
Black Pope on the move...
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I would think that one night in 1984 would be more interesting. I might be biased, though. ;)
christ you people make me feel young
Kingman......as in just a bit north of Havasu..I can go visit Mandy, Kingman?
The summer of '83... I was probably stil excited about discovering that my fingers move! In no condition really to help you with the bus, or visit Kingman. ;-) Hope you have a safe trip.
For those who track such things, His Unholiness has returned. Safe. Sound. And no doubt exhausted.
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