
“I met a fan in Kentucky who had throat cancer. He was only supposed to live a few weeks. For some reason, I reached out, grabbed his throat, and started praying for the dude. He lives long enough to give me [the certificate] on our next tour.”
And with the most Holy Gift of Healing delivered from on high, the ranks of that most august personage of men, the Kentucky Colonels, swells by one.
“It’s signed by the governor and says I’m an honorary Kentucky Colonel.”








The Eve of the Krampus