Existence is futile. So back in the day I used to be cool. I played in a band. I played all the shows. Recorded all the albums. I even went on tour once or twice for less than a week at a time. I know what you’re thinking, “Bob, you used to be a rock star?!” Alas, it’s true. But after years of life on the road, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Believe it or not doing mountains of blow, drinking gallons of alcohol, and having constant, meaningless sex with insanely beautiful women just gets old after a while. … Continue reading Review: Inhumation – Degradation of Existence