No this is not a joke. Please take this blog to heart, believe every word as today I discovered a golden ray of sunshine in a dark endless night (that is also cloudy) that has thus so far been a metaphor for my relationship with Facebook.  It is no secret that relationship with facebook is strained. It took my at least four months to discover that I had an inbox and now, nearly a year into my tepid affair with facebook I discoveredthat I had my own wall where people could write me...me and me alone. until now, I throught the status update page was my wall and I have been cursing everybody who has stopped my browser cold with a message about how delicious what they ate wherever with whoever was.
  Holy shit and I an idiot....I have never felt more like a jonas brother...see below. Ironically I didn't mean to post it twice...and that this was the font page video for youtube.com. I went in search of a diferent video but saw this one and let fate take the wheel

Damn, what a small bizarre and awesome world this is. I'm on a wirey tour from Arizona to michigan to Arkansas. My favorite quote so far has been by a burly middle age white man (who had some seriously juicy gossip about a SW airline stewartess) who said ...and I quote " now, I still like those Stalone action films, but that Maid in Manhattan movie....is my favorite....absolutely my favorite movie." Go J-lo! you have a fan in Prescott AZ.
  Also, I had a really great time with the good folks I met in Arizona including but not limited t the Lobster of Consent....see below.



It's hung at the Catalyst info shop which is both badass and beautifully loving.

Other Highlights included the Rt 66 hotspot where you can feed ostriches (if you dare) and hang out with the sleeziest mulleted maniquin evah.








 

Today I discovered liquid crack also known as "Kickers" a energy drink in a mouth spray form....holy shitstorm! It contained 3000% of my b12 daily recommendations which is a recipe for public TMI declarations,  an overactive repeating internal dialogue, and brightest most neon piss ever (that's the TMI part).  Good Night never.
 

Holy Hell... My first Blog. I'm not even sure how these things work which makes me even more like my dad but I thought it be a good way to document my life on the road. Currently I'm sitting in a coffee shop in Geneseo NY with Katastrophe who's my current touring buddy...my life-style partner if you will. We've had two days off in a row and I feel like a new person.  Touring always brings you to a brain space somewhere between high school and a therapist's office. Last night I had a dream that really put life in perspective for me. I dreamt that I just got diagnosed with a disease that slowly swelled your brain till you died in what seemed like just a few weeks/months. I was really mad at myself in the dream for not doing more with my days and instead spending my life on the computer working (**a lot like now). When I woke up I couldn't figure out if it was a dream or reality.  I was almost crying with worry or relief and I couldn't decide which. Relief I'm guessing now.  I am going to chalenge myself more, make the art I want to make instead of talking about making the art I wanted to make and I'm goint to unplug this damned machine...well for now at least. Peace.