OK, I just got back from the MetalSucks office, and some words were exchanged regarding my displeasure over the albums they’ve been having me cover as of late. Things got a little heated, and I’ll fully admit that some of the language I employed was a bit crass. I normally don’t lose my head like that, unless it’s something serious like when my neighbor Ken ’s shit-weasel son plays ding-dong ditch on my front door, or when I disapprove of what the person in front of me at the Piggly Wiggly is using food stamps to purchase. At any rate, I’ll be the bigger man and admit some of the things I said to my editor were, at best, inappropriate, and at worst, threatening and maybe even criminal. I won’t apologize for taking a shit in their bathroom sink, though. That was just good clean fun, and honestly, it was nothing compared to what I may or may not have done previously – and for legal r...