Please blame it on “Caged The Elephants”. I know I should have properly mourned for my father by not seeing this concert before the time yet front row seats. It’s also true that cutting Shiva a bit short probably didn’t help. So he haunts from beyond the grave. Cold chilly air enters my light force, while lights suddenly turn on without a switch but worst of all is the screams that haunt my every sleeping hour. If only I could go back in time and pay proper respect for now my life is a living hell!