There are lots of different ideas about what Heaven is like. Some people believe in fluffy clouds and harps, some in love-making on satin sheets with young beautiful virgins, some in frolicking in endless summer fields until they return to Earth and the living once more.
They’re all wrong.Heaven is loud. Heaven has a stage. And lights. And amps. And endless festival seating. Backstage there’s pads decked with pillows and king-sized beds. Beads hang from the doorways and groupies are always around.
Oh yeah, and there’s always an open bar.
There’s lots of different places floating around up there in alternate dimensions. I just happened to end up in the one reserved for rock stars.
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at 10:50 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 18 April 2008 11:18 PM EDT
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Updated: Friday, 18 April 2008 11:18 PM EDT
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