All of it. I almost threw up on the person sitting in front of me, I was so disgusted by what took place on stage. It was sickening. And now I’m completely alone, because my partner threw me out on the street and won’t speak to me. THANKSMARK!
My overall impression
I fucking hated it. The devil (Mark Vigeant) is a son of a bitch, and this show ruined my life. I came home so upset about the misery I was put through by all the demons, and got in a big argument with my partner. I slept in the courtyard last night. I’m pretty sure a neighborhood cat peed on me while I was sleeping. I blame Satan. I blame Welcome to Hell.