We are done with this segment of preserved adolecence. I'm a bit wrecked, so to summerize, we only were allowed 25 free drinks in Denton (the rest we had to pay for), Austin has a good climate for outdoor rocking and photo-grapes (emo's) and my cousin and cousin and cousin-in-law are still great, New Orleans has initiated the legalization of Absynth into their tourism recovery efforts (thanks for nothing) and florida isn't as far away from illinoise as I remember but much farther from new orleans with an un-godly hangover. I'm fantasizing about my bed.
We dropped off our friend lisa (writer/merch extrordinaire) yesterday with a middle-aged drummer in the desert. She came with us for just over a week. It was real hilarious to watch her deteriorate so quickly. She went went from a glowing, positive human specimine to an alchohol ravaged hater in just 8 days. Thanks panther!
But really, she was awesome to have along and we hope she cleans up in Nicaragua.
After driving all day, per usual, and in LA and San diego traffic (i guess there was a gunfight on the highway) we pulled up to the house of blues in San diego and ran in to find out if we should load in etc.. We werent in there for 2 minutes before getting slapped with a $65 ticket for "double parking". 6 members of the staff stood outside and watched this happen. Then the club refused to reimburse us for the ticket (they also had told us to park there in the first place) THE POINT OF THIS IS then the architecture in Helsinki dudes took up a collection later that night to pay for the ticket. Fuck. That was so unbelievably sweet I almost cried..........
From legitimately famous places (the Fillmore in SF, Jerry's dead Jim Morrison's handsome ghost) to illegitimately gross-o shit holes (the troubadour LA, motley crue's cum stains and shit smears and Jim Morrison's bloated in a bathtub ghost). I don't care either way. Just do not be a jerk to me.