The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.
Review by: Kidman J. Williams Johnny Sin is a punk rocker from the mean cow patties of Wisconsin. Yes the cheese state. Sin’s sleazy guitar and hilarious lyrics propel the album in what can only be described as a fifteen day rum bender walking out of a dirty men’s room […]