The arena is packed. Full to the brim with spectators from the front row all the way up to the nosebleeds, and I see dozens and dozens of fans lining the glass with signs. WELCOME BACK, MITCHY. WE MISSED YOU. LIFE’S A BITCH, BUT WE HAVE MITCH!!! “What the fuck?” I look around. “What are all these people doing here?” “They’re here for you.”
