I’d have to surgically extract integrity in exchange for a front row seat to your performance. Very Important Person or Vain Illusive Potential whatever you want to call it. You keep reselling that shit on stubhub, scalping at the gates of your own venue. It’s a disgusting display. my morbid curiosity’s got me gwaking on the sidelines. I’m washed out by the hot spotlight that blinds you. You’re a spectacular sellout and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t worth every penny. When the lights go out and crowd goes home you know I’ll be the last one standing in ovation.