Curse of the Brain-Eating Pop Song, Pt.2
If a priest were to hand me a crock of shit this deep anywhere but Max’s, where the very walls breed strangeness, I’d tell him he spends...
Curse of the Brain-Eating Pop Song, Pt.1
A strange coffee house... A dead pop singer... An evil song that refuses to die... Bolted to the wall of Max’s coffee shop, about 6 feet...