Half Of That And Vegas

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I returned from Vegas with an overwhelming urge to write. That doesn't, on its own, make the trip successful, but waking up after it I felt energized.

And then Tony Sly died and I nearly cried for a man I never met in a band I hardly ever listened to. I have no experience with No Use For A Name, but seeing the stories about him on punknews almost made me cry.