Well, what with our fascination with "snake-handlers" on the side of the road, I'd be hard-pressed to have passed this up without pressing my nose against the window. But I am deeply disappointed in the absence of a righteous poem announced from a marquee. I always look forward to those.

I just love those cannibalistic vampire cults. Nothing says I love you like a blood letting, human sacrifice, and the eating of human flesh. Praise the hippy!