Hi,

I haven't written one of these things in a while. I've been too busy making imovies on my Mac that I forgot what it was like to do this. Where is the letter J? Oh, there it is, I was right...
So, the tour has been fun. Real fun. It's been long too, but that just means prolonged fun. But it is wonderful to be home. I can count how many days I've slept in my bed in the past two months and I know you can as well. You take the 60 days from the last two months and subtract the one or two nights you spent with that dude or that chick you met at the bar, where the next morning you had to strut the walk of shame and you've got X amount of nights... If you have less than 50, you're a whore! If you've got 59 or 60, you're a loser! I'm kidding... really... People on the road like to whine about how they haven't spent a night in their own bed... It's a little meladramatic. I mean, the beds we sleep on in hotels are much nicer and in much better shape than my current bed. I believe I bought my mattress in the year 2000. I remember moving and strapping said mattress on top of my car in the pouring rain somewhere in Massachusetts. It's got black stains from me dragging it up a driveway. It's not in that great of shape.
And oh my god, I've totally realized something else. There are a fuck load of people in this country. Like man, the amount of people is staggering. Every where you go there are crowds of people. There's always traffic. You wouldn't think there would be traffic 40 miles outside of Salt Lake City, Utah, but there is. You wouldn't think you'd have to wait in line for 10 minutes for a cup of coffee at a rest stop in the middle of the Colorado Rockies, but you do... I don't get it. I've heard of the Baby Boom from 60 years ago, but it looks like there was one or two more in betwixed now and then.
But between the beds in hotels and the craaaazy amounts of people I've been encountering on the road, there is only one thing that comforts me. And that is playing BrickBreaker on my Blackberry Curve. I don't know if it's just on the Curve or maybe its a game that comes on other Blackberry phones, but JESUS, I cannot stop playing this fucking game. I was eating dinner at my Grandma's with my family, whom I haven't seen in weeks and during desert I caught myself trying to beat my high score (level 18 score: 11060). It's like a friend that's always there when you need that friend. BTW, am I any good? Does anyone have a better score than me? Fuck you if you do...
So, I feel real good about this blog. I got a lot out of it. Call it cathartic, call it self-serving, but know this. I will beat your ass at BrickBreaker and if you think you're better than me, go fuck yourself!

Booya (love,),

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