If he did signed CDs I think I would faint. I can see it now, coming home after a long day of work, opening the mailbox- It’s there. I hastily tear open the package to reveal my very own signed copy of I AM MUSIC. From top to bottom I would run my tongue across it, trying to taste a morsel of his sweat, his skin. SWAMP!
JUMPOUTTHAHOUSE
SRT wi no f***in MILEAGEE