Winter Makes Sailors Tour- November 14th, 15th.

Today is November 16, 2008. I'm sitting in a shitty diner (perfect for me), called Dee's Diner that I've longed to stop at for years. It's the first time.










I like touring as a one man, one driver band. I can take my time, do what I want…it's good. There's an old jukebox in here with a shitload of country music. Unfortunately, it's a lot of '80's music. I tried to play some CCR and Neil Young, but it wouldn't take my new city dollar. I think it'll only take gnarled buck-hunt-blood crusted bills. I wish I had one. It's a dollar extra for breakfast. Why hate breakfast? It's just eggs, man.

So, Friday night. I arrive in Athens a little behind. I don't think I've ever been there right on time. I drive directly to Ben's house as he is usually the one to give me directions to whatever new venue they have in Athens. This time it's at an old church, called Arts/West. We leave the venue to buy some beer. We aren't allowed to drink it inside, so we take it to the Saturn in the parking lot. We overlook the whole town-it's almost a make-out spot. But, Ben's not my type. I'm just not into beards, I guess. The entanglement is what really discourages me. I play first at 8:50 pm. I play a pretty short set. It's a little strange in the church. I mean…there are pews and everything. It feels weird. I made sure to cuss a little extra in between my songs. I've never been free to swear that much in a holy/ex-holy building. Whatever…I play and then Barn Burning from Rhode Island play. They're good. Brian O. said they were and he's right. I hope to play with them again. The sound was a little fucked up and the bass player was apparently just filling in (which is pretty amazing). She Bears played afterwards and were pretty good. It was an Aqua Bear legion showcase. Brian was super nice as usual and gave me some gas money. Thank you Brian. So, off to go have a few drinks. We stop by Ben's and feed the dogs and then head to Tony's Bar. It's the local dive bar across from Casa. We have a few beers, then stop at Betty's? Hot Dogs. Damn…I get a chili-cheese dog. Mmmmm tasty. Then we stop at a pizza place. Mmmm…not as good. Ben shows me the game Space something on the xbox 360. He says it's addictive. It's on his big-screen tv. I play it for 6 hours straight. I finally sleep at about 5am. Jesus. My eyes are bleeding.

Saturday, November 15th.
I awake to Ben making me an amazing breakfast or coffee, eggs, and spinach artichoke dip toast. Fuck yeah, Ben. He shows me his basement, he makes me some records, and Winter Makes Sailors buttons.








Then around 5:30 I leave for Charleston, WV. It gets dark really fast. It's raining, the roads are winding through mountains, and I'm quite tired. I finally make it to Charleston but miss the exit and drive right through it. I find where I'm going eventually and find the bookstore. Charleston has a cute downtown and an incredible bookstore called Taylor Books. I show up a little late and Sean and Karen (Tofujitsu)








are already playing. They are a two piece with acoustic guitars, a hand drum and a small drumset-snare and cymbal. They are both great. When I set-up to play there are two people under the age of 50. Crazy weird. But then a few of Tofujitsu's fans show up and there are maybe 20 people in and out when I play. I sell a couple of records and make a few friends. We leave to go to the next show at the Empty Glass. It's a really cool shitty bar. I love it. Tofujitsu plays first, I'm second and I have a $20 draft tab at the bar. So, I try the Mountaineer Brewing company pale ale. Fucking good. I play a pretty good set. When I took the stage there were about 30 people that just didn't give a shit. It was a biker/rock n' roll crowd. Fuck it. I played pretty well and most people liked it. I got a whoooo from a table of girls and a boo when I said "this is my last song" and sold a couple records. We took our money and left when Blues Hammer clones played. Wow.

We got back to Sean and Karen's house and partied a little more. Karen is not only an amazing singer, but also a hell of a cook. Homemade chicken quesadilla and black bean soup. We talk for a couple of hours and Sean talks of his trips to Japan and their recent trip to Maui. I remember his story of Japan how the island of Tokyo smells like Monkey ass or something. He said that during a taxi ride, a monkey jumped in the window and starting freaking out. The driver pulled over and Sean tried to jump out but saw 5 rabid Monkeys trying to chase him down…they jump back in the car and the other crazed monkey jumped out. Fucked up. Fuck japan, man.

November 16, 2008
Today again. I'm finishing my lunch/breakfast/dinner now reflecting on the trip. Still at Dee's diner. Sean made me a shake and sent me on my way this morning. I stopped in Nelsonville at Rocky Boots and bought some new highly needed winter boot/shoes. At Dee's two truckers came in just to get black coffee and custard pie. So, I thought I'd try a piece. I don't know if it's good or not cause I've never had it before. I don't even know what it really is. Custard. It's eggy and cold and jiggles like a fake breast. I don't like it. But, I don't want to offend them so I'm trying to kind of swallow quickly.












Alright. Until next time…

Kisses.

Winter Makes Sailors/ Ease the Medic Tour August 30, 2008-September 1, 2008 or The Weekend I Ate Potato Salad Every Day for Four Days Straight.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 28TH-
I drove to Westerville to meet up with the guys in Ease the Medic. We had to meet there so that we could pack up the vehicles and pick up a trailor/pick up Finch from work. Apparently, U-haul messed up and didn't honor our reservation that was made several months ago. So, we had to completely load-I mean fill to overflow- two SUV's with all of our crap. I thought for a moment that I'd have to drive to Dayton seperately. We had to drive these vehicles to Dayton, pick up the uhaul trailor and meet up at the show. I rode with Adam and Mike Bryant. We discussed our touring histories while listening to Band of Horses. I'm excited to get to know all of them. I've hung out with them in the past, but not for more than a few hours at a time.

We get to Dayton and arrive at our venue which is on third, around the corner from The Pearl. It's the Dayton Dirt Collective. It's a good artspace/concept and the people running it are super nice. The other bands show up about an hour after they're supposed to and want to make us play first and second. The promoter starts to bend to their wishes, but I put on my "dickhead hat" and explain that we are going to play second and third. I go back to my merch building table and make about 17 or 18 records. The band, The Salt March, partially from Columbus decides to be cool and play first. They are super good. I forgot to take pictures of them, but that's okay. We'll stay in touch. I want to set-up a Bookmobile/ ETM/The Salt March show. Aaron apparently lives in Columbus and is friends with Lisa F.

They play first and remind me of a post punk '90's version of Brainbow on a couple of songs. 'ehhhhh…maybe. It's the Anthemic instrumental indie-rock stuff, but a little more of the "aggressive/angular" description. I'm not good at describing bands. Then I started to set-up and Joe Anderl and his new girl, April, show-up, which is awesome. When I play, everyone actually seems to pay attention and get into it. The room fills up and sticks around. The mic is hard to sing into. The sound is terrible in the space. Whatever. Ease The Medic plays and sounds great. They cover a Winter Makes Sailors song, called Eleven. It's a good feeling to see somebody cover one of your songs.

After the show, we get on the road and try to find food. We already know that we're going to drive all night. We stop at a waffle house and converse with the suddenly trashiest waitress/cook I've ever met. Neck tattooed, raunchy bacon grease bitches. Hmmmm…
"That girl was my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. Usually, I'd tell that bitch to fuck off but I was good this time. I even made her food…I let her borrow my car once cause she was supposed to go to the doctor get her pregnancy checked out and instead she took my car to go buy crack. "

After a terrible Waffle with bacon on it and a few cups of coffee, we leave the outskirts of Dayton—Middletown, and head towards Tupelo. Finch takes the night shift, like usual. The dude is a beast at night driving. Since I'm more accepting/used to later hours, I stay up to help keep him awake. It's nice. We talk for a while and listen to old records and some new ones. He introduces me to Bon Iver. It sounds good but it sounds like I might be better off listening to it in headphones. He drives until about 6am and I try to stay awake until then. I climb into the "bedwomb" and fall asleep for a couple of hours maybe.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 29TH 2008

We make it to Tupelo by about 11:30am and eat at a local sandwich shop called Finney's. I have a pork sandwhich with potato salad (quite similar to my mom's-which is apparently southern style) and homemade coconut cream pie and freshly squeezed lemonade. Boy was that good. We check out the venue and there is a sign across the street. It says "GARDNER/WALKER" or something like that. We meant to get a picture but it didn't happen. After sandwiches/breakfast, we find the hotel. The plan is to check in at noon and sleep for 5 or 6 hours before the show. When we get there, they haven't cleaned the room yet so we can't check in. So, they point us in the direction of Elvis' birthplace. We go there and go to the gift shop. I finally find something for Chris' birthday present. It's retarded or well, perfect. We go outside and I pose next to Elvis at 13. Then I play some guitar on his porch. It's sooooo hot. Soo soooo sooooo hot. It's terrible.

We leave and make it back to the hotel and take showers and finally get to bed. 4 hours later we're up and head to the show. When we get to the venue, we decide to get some groceries from Kroger so that we can grill out behind the venue and make some fake-meat tacos. We run out of time and the first band is about to start. They are called Dharma Bums, likely named after one of my favorite Kerouac books. The singer is obviously a fan of blind melon. He's a nice guy. He hangs out with us after the show and tells us about tupelo. However, his description gives me no reason to ever come back. You can't get a beer after midnight.

Our sets go pretty terribly. There is a little cove for people to sit in, so nobody really comes up front, so it's hard to play to. The sound is ridiculously bad.

After the show, we eat tacos while sitting under the canopy of Finch's Element. We have a table, a rug, a gas burner, beer…it's great. After slapping mosquitos until just after midnight, we head back to the hotel. We sleep. It's awesome.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 30, 2008

Wrapped up like a douche in my womb of the Honda element. It's actually a comfortable ride as long as we don't take exit ramps too quickly. I awoke this morning to Finch bringing a last minute breakfast into the room. A pastrie, some coffee. Mmmmm…nice. I head to the gas station across the street to find some fingernail clippers and somebody yells at me to get a haircut. But I just had 5 inches cut-off, Asshole.

Now we're on the road apparently getting close to Alabama. The road is mighty bumpy. I think I'm done typing for now.

We get to Tuscaloosa sometime in the afternoon, I think. We drive through the campus and decide that food is the number one priority. We see a BBQ joint called Mike and Ed's BBQ. That sounds good. Nice and local. I grab a "chipped" pork sandwich and get potato salad and a sweet tea. It's lovely. After lunch we head downtown to try to get acquainted to Tuscaloosa. We find a record store and they're not familiar with the Warehouse that we're playing. We head toward campus and find a bar, called Egan's. Apparently, Mike had tried to get us on the show that night, but couldn't get a hold of the lone band on the bill. We meet Bo, the bartender. He hooks us up with some beers and plays a bunch of great music. Old Pavement, Hum, shit…just good old indie rock. This completely cheers us up and we decide to head to the college radio station. Unfortunately, the station can't help us as they are airing the first University of Alabama football game. We stop at Egan's again to see if we can get on the show that night. We're afraid we're not going to get paid at the warehouse show. He said there is no news and we should stop back later. I exchange numbers with a random dude at the bar.

We decide to find the venue as load in is at 6pm or something ridiculously early. The dude that runs it, Jamie, doesn't show up for awhile. When he does finally show up, he forgets his keys. We wait another hour. Luckily, I have some Johnny Walker (Black label) with me.

The show starts on time and I play first. It's in the middle of Alabama, late August. I'm in a warehouse. It has no electricity-no plumbing, and no light. They have to pull power from next door. It's sooooo hot. I jump up on a fake little catwalk thing and balance my pedal board on it. I balance the mic on it. I start to play and a bunch of kids come in. A bunch of kids stand outside and listen too. It's a good show…minus one girl talking pretty loudly throughout my set. I change some lyrics for her benefit. People seem to like it. I feel good about the set. Whatever. Ease the Medic plays next as usual and they're super tight. Super on. It's fun.

During their set, a kid asks me if I can hook him up with beer and I tell him to ask the blonde guy in the last band. His buddy says, "The blonde guy?" I say yes. Then the kid says "wait…blonde or (covers his eyes) blonde? I realize that because of his accent he thinks I'm saying either blonde or blind. I try not to laugh. I reply that the blonde kid's vision is fine and his hair is blonde. I chuckle a little bit. The kids walk away kind of pissed.

Then this band called Bear Head plays…they have drivin' three hours to the show. They're fucking good. The just recorded with Matt Talbot of Hum. The singer is incredible and he's hilarious and well, quite outspoken. He talks pretty bluntly about racism in the south. He says that his buddy says that since white people are called "crackers" he thinks that the Cracker Barrel should have a rival called the "Nigger Bucket". Wow. I have no comment except that I don't think I'll ever read a Cracker Barrel sign the same way again. It was pretty amazing. It's a different world down there. We watch a couple of bands and I befriend a young kid that wants to be a singer. He's super nice and we discuss bands that influence us. I don't know any of his influences and he doesn't know mine. It's crazy. Guess I'm getting old.

The Ease the Medic guys befriend somebody to let us sleep on their floor and Mike B. decides he needs sleep. The band goes to a party to appease the kind soul we're staying with and I get a call from the Egan's bar saying that they need bands to play as the band they booked didn't show up. Mike B. is feeling pretty bad and decides that he's not up for it, so I go it alone as they said we'll get paid for bailing them out. I show up alone. I don't have my normal gear with me. No capo, no amp, no looper. Luckily I brought my half-size acoustic with me. I plug into their P.A. and play about 6 songs and take a break. The dude I was hanging with at the Warehouse shows up with a couple of friends to see me play. I play a few more songs…digging out songs I haven't practiced in months. People like what they hear but say I'm a little mopey. Yeah…well,… I am.

I meet a guy from Cleveland, a girl from Dayton…find out where the best local BBQ is and get $50.


I leave the bar at 2:30 am and wander the streets trying to get a hold of the band. They have all my stuff. I have my acoustic guitar. But they are out in the country or something and there is no address and…I don't know. I start preparing for sleeping on the thrown out couches near a dumpster, the flower bed of a local fraternity, or finding a nice bench somewhere on campus. I can be homeless for a night. It probably won't kill me. Eventually, I'm told that the apartment was left open for me and I go inside and fall asleep. The band shows up soon after and the people we crash with party until about 5am. We finally sleep at 5am until about 10am.

SUNDAY AUGUST 31, 2008

I awake to the dudes telling me they are going for coffee. I say okay and wake up, but they are gone. I try to call them but their phones ring in the room I'm in. I'm in my boxers which are turned inside out so that I could wear them a second day. Yikes. It's not my usual style. I took a shower and had no clean clothes. "What's a boy to do?". I'm suddenly stranded alone with two 19 year old girls watching MTV. I decide that I'm going to pack up everyone's stuff and walk the streets cause it's better than sitting there any longer. I finally meet up with the band and we leave Tuscaloosa. The bar let me drink for free the night before, but I feel fine. Everyone feels fine. We laugh and laugh and laugh.

On our way to Chattanooga, TN we pass a sign that says Alabama Museum, Fan Club. We're confused. A State fan club? Mike B. says it's the band. So we stop. It's awesome. We gather memorabilia such as headbands, stickers…but then this super nice lady who works there, Potts she says to call her, asks what we're doing there and we say we're on tour. So, she says that the band never forgot there roots and we should make sure we don't either. She gives us a "greatest hits" record and gives us all the things we've picked out free of charge. I get my picture with her and tell her she is the nicest lady we've met on the road. We leave the museum and see the Alabama tour bus from the '80's, probably. We decide to pose for a few pictures but we only have a few "America" shirts. So, guess who decides to play for the "skins"
Team.

Then I see the most amazing bright orange '70's Chevy Pick-up. Adam grabs the camera and shoots some sweet promos for me. Damn. Nothing says sexy like these fine pictures. Hahaha….

We head to Bea's restaurant. Mike B. saw it on the Food Network. It's a southern style buffet. We walk in without know how much we're paying but we're impressed immediately. Each table has a spinning "lazy susan" type food dispenser thing. "Oh my God." I say this over and over again as I stuff in Fried Chicken, Roast Beef, pulled pork on a biscuit, potato salad, beans, coleslaw, potatoes, sweet tea, and peach cobbler. Suddenly, our smiles turn to expressions of fear. We're amazed at how quickly we feel terrible. One by one we go to the restroom. Finch wishes we could have filmed it. Literally within ten minutes we change from ecstasy to regret.

We leave for the show at another place called "The Warehouse". It's in a strip mall. It's more of a Christian Venue. It's super clean. I play first. I sell enough records that I end up with only 4, so I give the rest away. Ease the Medic plays a great show. The guys running the place give us a few bucks and asks us to sign a drum head. It's 11pm and we leave to drive all night to Dayton to drop off the U-haul trailor. Adam drives for about two hours while we watch a drunk driver barely not kill anybody on I-75. I take over at about 1am and listen to Keep It Like a Secret, Chum, Pinebender, Phoenix, and Pinback. I have an open road perfect weather, and a lead foot. I drive us all the way to Dayton.

We get to Dayton, drop off the U-haul trailor that added 3 hours to our trip and two vehicles driving to Dayton. Fuck you, U-haul.

By the time we get home, nobody can function. I'm still awake now at 2pm…writing this cause I know that if I don't do it now, I won't.

"Open your eyes. Put it in drive. get on the road and just go. city lights turn to tree lines and national park signs. mountains approach with more winds in the road and the air turns to falling snow. miles away, just up ahead. it doesn't matter what any of us is looking for. We'll never find it because it's not even there."-hayden


So, the weekend was a good time. I'm surprizingly un-exhausted. Is this a sign of age? Joe Anderl claimed that it was, but I think it was merely circumstantial. There was never really a time to get annihilated. but, I'm okay with that-it's just different than usual.

So, we left Thursday afternoon. Brian and I met up with Joe at his house. We were supposed to leave around 3, but I didn't get there until 3:45 and Brian didn't show for another hour or so. To start off the tour correctly, we stopped at the Trolley in Dayton to knock down a pitcher and grab a sandwich. The bartender hooked us up with a bunch Bacardi Schwag, including a Red (Mario Brothers) hat and a glowing necklace. (antonio has since coined the hat the Guitar Hero hat, which you have to switch from one player to another). Anyways, we drunkenly hit the road and get to Bloomington. we arrive at the Cinemat and my name is posted on the billboard, which is cool. However, after our friends, Steve, Lisa, Ross, and Patrick show up, nobody else does. So, we play to them and Brian and then leave to go get a pizza and a few drinks. we get back to Steve and Lisa's and the power is out due to the ice-storm whisping through the mid-west.
So, once we get back to the house, we make a fire and sit and talk for awhile. I invent a Blue Dynamite (Dad's Blue cream soda and Captain Morgan's). I finish that and crash out...

The next morning, which is Friday, we get up late and go to the alternative highschool around 1pm to play to some kids in their "commons" room. Joe played next to the water fountains and I set-up next to the copy machine. needless to say, it was quite weird.

After that "gig", we went back to the house to watch a movie. While the rest of the guys watched Die Hard 12, I played arts and crafts and painted glued and painted about 30 CD's. I titled it Tour.Thousand.Eight. EP. So far I've sold 3 and given away about 17 of them. Lame. whatever. The garage smelled pretty fucking terrible. Paint, spray adhesive...cough.

We left and played an anarchist bookstore. It was great to play for a bunch of people and make a little money. After the show, we went to Bear's and drank a lot. El Dangeroso made a small appearance. On the way home, we stopped at a Speedway for beer and Joe and Brian ditched me. I tried to pantsless hitch-hike home, but surprizingly, nobody picked me up. I walked 5/6ths of the way home before those assholes got me. we fell asleep watching Election...which reminded me as to why I'm procrastinating becoming a teacher.

We get in the car at about 11am on Saturday and drive to Chicago. I tell the dudes about Chalmers. We can't find it.

We get to Chicago around 3pm. We meet up with Julie and Meghan and Ashley. We grab some beer and talk to our friend Chris online via video conferencing. I call Kang and he stops by and we walk across the street to Permanent Records and play a few drunken songs. It was probably the best show on the tour. Damn fun.

After playing that show, we load out and immediately drive to "The House of Grey Noise". It's a dudes apartment in an apartment building. It's really weird. after waiting for all of this guy Eric's friends to not show up and eating all of his Snicker Doodles and Pierogi's, we play with Matt from the Gunshy. We trade songs for about an hour. Kang plays with me again. It's pretty awesome.

We leave that place and get to Matt's house. Kang and I leave to go check out Engine Studios where Kang (Fang-Boner) and his new mustache are recording the new Margot and the Nuclear So and So's record. I re-meet the band for the 4th time and we party it up a little. We try to find a neighborhood bar, but everything is closed. So i stumble back to Matt's apartment in about a foot of snow. When I get to his place, the gate is closed and I'm freezing. I climb over the gate and nearly stab myself on an iron post. I try to get in the apartment and nobody will answer. I call brian and Joe to let me in and Joe finally answers and comes down. But he calls me and says that he's out front and I'm not there. "What street are you on dude?" I tell him and he says that I'm not at the right place. He says there is a white van across the street, but I see about 4 white vans across the street. I realize I'm at the wrong address and have to climb back out of their courtyard. I finally make it to Matt's. I was about 3 houses off. Anyways, as I try to go to sleep, Matt's huge dog is curled up on my sleeping bag and won't move, so I lay down and sleep next to him. He finally leaves and I get in my bag.

We drive to Dayton Sunday morning at about 9am. On the way home we see where Chalmers is. It's exit 193 on 65 North. It's hot girl central. They're there. it's awesome. They also the world's largest selection of Dream Catchers. I buy some new shades and we hit the road. We get to Dayton at the house show and nobody is there, so we go to a bar and take a shot and leave. I drive home, get a pizza, watch part of the superbowl and then Etters calls me and asks me to fill in at their house show.

So I play another show. then at about 11pm, I go home, take a shower and go to bed.

the end.

Friday night I went to the Bar to see Slide Machine and Brainbow rip it up. With 4 hours of sleep, I went to work on Saturday until 4pm, then drove to the country for a wedding. It was a reception in a barn...absolutely beautiful. I hung with the Finch's and the Rottmayers, We started dancing a little bit and it got everyone in the mood. After the wedding, the wedding party stole bottles of liquer and went to Cadillac Jack's to go country line dancing. I tore up the floor with two beauties until the place closed down...covered in sweat we went back to the hotel room and drank more. After getting plastic bugs stuffed down my shorts, Antonio and I left to find my car 15 miles away in the middle of the country near london ohio. We drove about 20 minutes before I realized that we were on the wrong road... luckily we were still laughing hysterically. We turned around drove 20 minutes back. Took another road, found my car and drove 30 minutes back to Columbus, nearly hitting a dear. Antonio saw a shooting star. 4:30am

Then yesterday, I rode my motorcycle up to Mansfield taking the breathtaking country roads gazing through the trees and fields...leaves golden and red. I visited with my family and took my nephew on his first motorcycle ride. We rode for about 30 minutes. We rode around the lake that I used to take my highschooI sweetheart to to find places to make out in my Yugo while listening to Dinosaur Jr. I took my guitar and played songs for my family. At about 6pm I rode home...again taking Route 42 to 315 south along the river. I got home at about 8pm, and took my acoustic down to David Etters house to play a show. I rarely play acoustic shows. I played pretty well and a very sweet and talented girl asked me for a hug afterwards. that's cool. Then I went to the Adam Franklin (Swervedriver) show that Kyle Sowash booked. It was fucking awesome. It probably ranks in the top ten shows ever....maybe 20. Either way, seeing a rockstar like Adam franklin at Andyman's is amazing. he rocked a 63 Jazzmaster through a Fender Deville 212 and had 3 delay pedals. He would stand on his wah pedal and delay pedal at the same time and sing and use his tremelo. Fucking Doug marstch on heroin.

Then at about midnight I drove to Adriaticos for a midnight pizza. They wouldn't take carry out and then wouldn't deliver to the sidewalk in front of them so I sat outside Morrison Tower dorms across the street and bummed cigarettes off of college kids while waiting for my cold pizza. That was pretty much the end.

So, last night, I packed up my shitty Chevy Corsica that smells like lizard piss and maple syrup (any of you fine ladies want a ride?) with my gear and drove to Athens, Ohio.  I love Athens.  I love my new and old friends of Athens.  I love falling in love with every other 19 year old girl that walks by.  I love drinking shots at The Union. I love the Burrito Buggy.  I love that pizza place. I love ACRN.  I love their music, but more importantly, I love the people that work there. 

So when I arrived at the Front Room, Mr. Brian Ostrander, the gentleman he is, helped me load my gear and find my way to ACRN for a little "on-air interview" and recording session.  While I was playing my second song, Two States Away, this singer from The Ataris walked in along with a few other people and I fucked up my lyrics and started laughing.  I didn't discuss the topics I had in mind, but it was fun and I've been invited to try a redo.

I then went to the show and played with the Jarts.  The Six Gallery dudes showed up to support which was awesome and I played really well.  I bummed a cigarette off a hot girl and she said that it was going to look a little girly.  The cigarette was as long and slender as her legs.  yes...very girly. I think it made me look sexier.  Actually, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a window and I definitely looked enticing.   

Anyways, after the Jarts played...and they were pretty damn good, I went to the Union and did shot's of Jameson with the ACRN gang.  Fuckin' cool kids.  Chris from The Ataris said he liked my songs and asked for a CD, but I didn't have anything with me (lesson learned.) Then Six Gallery played a phenomenal set.  It was the set that sold me on their music.  I had liked what I heard before, but I never really thought much of it.  Last night, however, was different.  I don't know what it was, but they brought it.  Sweet.  Very sweet.

Then at about 1am, I stopped for Burrito Buggy and drove home in the thickest fog I've ever seen.  I was like inside a cloud.  scary shit.  I could barely see 10 ft in front of my car.  I called Mike in California to keep me awake until I made it close to home. Thanks, Mike.

So, anyways.  Thank you Athens.  You are awesome.  

 

but I don't have the names of any characters. I'll definitely be riding my motorcycle in it as it's more fun than my car that won't start.

The West coast is sooooo enchanting right now. I can't even begin to explain it. Maybe chapter 5ive or so. Who knows.

fuck...I'm so glad that today is ending soon...like whenever I can close my eyes and drift far away from here. I wish I could rendevous on a train, but...chapter closed.

undeliberately sulky, sullen, melancholy, morose, dour, surly.

I wish there was an anesthetic for my current mood. Oh yeah...I could pretend that I don't care either. I feel like screaming but it's late and my throat hurts. I'd go to sleep but I'm waiting on the Temple of Abstraction to return home from her late night partying. She's on a road trip with strangers and called and said she'd be home late so I shouldn't wait up...except I have to wait up so that I can tuck her in and reattach her keys to my overwhelmingly enormous keychain.

since I talk to the space more than I talk to God, I thought I'd share a prayer or a thought or whatever this is. It's like a confession or something.

so here it is. "I want to go back to California cause it's better than this."