Sandman's Journal

Excalibur's brakes are fixed. The drive home from Seattle was dark and daunting. A big storm had knocked out power along the I-5 Corridor. Thus, there were no open gas stations, and we almost ran out of gas. My drummer Garf departed a few hours earlier and almost blew off the road several times. I traveled with Nerviz. We both agreed that our odyssey had apocalyptic overtones.