Fawkes pulls up in front of the ramshackle building that hides the basement and sighs at the work ahead of him. Hacking his way through the weeds he makes it to the sewer grate which covers the entrance to the basement. Inserting the key he finds the lock rusted. Cursing he goes back for tools. After much struggle the hatch opens and he enters the Basement for the first time in years...
New life...new changes...time to give this another shot.
Welcome to the Basement. Beer and other libations are in the kitchen, fridge is stocked with health food (chips, snack cakes, pizza...no, MENTAL health food). A carefully curated selection of Metal, New Wave and oddities are cued up on the stereo.
To quote noted documentary filmmaker Marty DiBerghi; Enough of my yakkin', let's boogie.
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