40 hours until Toad the Wet Sprocket.
It’s been eight years. I’m nervous. Toad is wrapped around some of my fondest, and some of my most bittersweet, memories. Of her.
I hope it’s as good as the last time.
I hope.
40 hours until Toad the Wet Sprocket.
It’s been eight years. I’m nervous. Toad is wrapped around some of my fondest, and some of my most bittersweet, memories. Of her.
I hope it’s as good as the last time.
I hope.