In a few hopeful hours we start a journey. A journey that's going to bring us some peace.

We are flying across the ocean on a flaming pie to the that Apple on the east coast of America.

The disappointment of not playing the last time, all angles have been covered. All be it, its been a little close. Krista, our faithful agent in New York has worked her butt off to get us on the Knitting Factory bill. At a really great time as well. 9:30pm its when were all swinging right?

Anyway, Stu the lonesome drummer boy, he loses his bank cards all the time. So a few weeks ago he takes his passport out with him, in the mists of playing Wrestlemania in a pub that used to be good (OH the old days, how sweet thou lay!) something slips out his pocket. It wasn't his mister but his passport. Cut a long a story short, he got it yesterday. Passport that is not the HIV.

Taken the newly Telecaster across, she should serve me well.

Looking forward to some booze Armageddon NY style, be sure of something though, there will be stories on our return.

No HIV!

No pigs feet!

O'L Bad Eyes

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