Grace grows in winter.

Five bucks to the first person to comment on where the subject line comes from (if you have their lyrics tattooed on your body, you're disqualified--even if they're hidden under monster-flesh on your back!). I'll send check, or well-hidden cash, your choice.

I've been feeling the weight of existence lately. I think that's a good thing, but, without trying to sound dramatic, I'm hoping that it will lead to a greater understanding of how to live life. That still sounds dramatic, but, really, I think I'm just being challenged emotionally and artistically. We all do it at different times in life, and when it comes to me, I gotta say I hit the mid-90s hardcore that we all know and love, go for a run and pretend that I'm jumping over Brad Rhoades and pointing along to an Overcome show or something. A test, a trial...