How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially he made lots of money for somebody else and was asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
sorry, not voting for you. I don’t like the music and do not think you should be a band on a tour that I plan on purchasing a ticket for. Figured I’d answer you after the third fucking message. Your welcome.