Deek Slaghill is what some may call the refined cream of the old crop, while others refer to him simply as a super-human rock-icon. Then there are those that refer to him as a washed out, self-indulgent and soulless clone of his former rock-god self. Of course, those are the people who don't get backstage passes to the Skull Rippers post-show party with Jagger and Beck, and who wallow indulgently in their own miserable ennui caused directly by their lack of stardom, fame, and sake bombs.

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