Imagine a twisted world populated with voodoo doctors, pot smoking, Tupperware selling mommies, Bible characters and Siamese twins...winos, cops, murderers and hookers on the run...shamans, preachers and voices from the grave. You have landed on my Isle Of Hope... not just the idyllic suburban island near Savannah, Georgia, but the whacky paradise that keeps me breathing in and out...my sanctuary from chainsaw thrash rap and uber-glitter pop poop...my imaginary Avalon of misfits, dreamers and zealots...in-law sinners and outlaw saints who happen to live in the same body. Please kick back and hear the birds cooing, the surf shushing and the Spanish moss waving back at the sunset. Sip on something cool. Welcome to the Isle Of Hope.