Technical Difficulties Please Stand By
Okay I have a confession to make. The last few posts by Josh, Stefan, and Castro have been the work of hackers. Now with my otherworldly powers I was able to get a lead on whom this person might be and I must tell all of you that the tale is far darker than you can possibly imagine.
If you can remember a few months ago, I wrote a post detailing the last day in the life of a guitar tryout for our band. His name was Marco Scutaro. Anyway, he just couldn’t hack it and ended up challenging Stefan to a guitar duel, and well it didn’t end up pretty. Everyone knows (because ALL OF YOU read my posts) that the new guitarist upon becoming a new member of Riot Inside (whom have an EP for sale on CD Baby, ITunes, and Amazon, and numerous T-Shirts for sale at concerts and through emails to us) must room with the grim reaper (he is a complete tool who doesn’t clean up after himself and I hope he doesn’t read this). Well the reaper after hearing of his roomies demise and having lost his keys at the Mobfest show decided to resurrect Marco to get back into the apartment, but botched the whole damn thing and Marco only returned as a ghost. While that might not be so bad for us, it seems he can only affect electronics and other meaningless crap. For instance, he is specifically haunting my home as we speak. Just the other day I went to the kitchen to make a bag of popcorn wrapped in foil with an egg in the middle (my favorite snack). I put the microwave on fifteen minutes and low and behold, when I got back there was a fire. Then I took a bath with a radio placed on the rim of the tub, the radio dropped in and electrocuted the shit out of me, and when I pulled it back out it wouldn’t cut on. I do it all the time, but usually the radio still works. Anyway, the band and I are looking into getting an exorcist we have talked to a few people and if any of you people has a suggestion please say something.
Your Lord,
Lew Jones

Big Jones
09.04.104:35 pm
What tha f—?! I didn’t take that much shit in the 60’s & 70’s to get that f*cked up of an offspring! What kinda shit you on? Just say NO! You almost qualify for Celebrity Rehab.