eric hunter ✫ prince philip

Jesus. This is like living in a music video. Except, you know. Music videos are short, and eventually they stop.

If I lose my voice before we're supposed to go on tour, I'm going to be seriously fucking pissed, man. Someone make this shit stop. Seriously. It's exhausting.

Soooo... everybody's stopped with the crazy, right? Because while that's appropriate for Halloween and all, I got something a little better in mind. Like, saaaay, a rock show? Halloween night, Seattle's very own Waterfront park? Promise it'll be freaky.

Or whatever. It's be something. Mostly fun and shit. Yeah. Bring your friends!

Uh. So. Waving a really sharp sword around like a Lightsaber? Really bad idea.

SOS and stuff.

Man. That party was one for the books. Unfortunately, so is this hangover. Christ almighty.

Uh. Yeah. While I'm still conscious. Name's Eric, his is Phillip. He's a prince, I'm a rock star. So I am, quite literally, rock royalty. You're welcome.

Now I think I'm going to stop being conscious. Yup.

( once upon a dream. )