The tour is incredible. I feel like a king and a hero everywhere. It's one thing to be in a band. Another thing to be in a touring band. To think of myself and brett and travis as the last guard of a dying breed makes the itchy crotches, hunger, hangovers, long drives, equipment malfunctions, and all of the combined torturous shit -- seem to be truly divine acts. Still, other bands have worked harder and longer. Support them.
We've been through slums in baltimore. Everywhere. It's a damn crusade. A crusade! crusade! All joyous and full of celebration.
The Deli across the street, here around 49th street in Manhattan, is delicious. Just like I've done in the past - remind myself, when breathing cool and clean air through clear nostrils, to appreciate that sensation so that someday when the cold moves through again and light hurts and the nose is stuffed tightly, I will know that I never took the simple act of breathing for granted. Just like I've done with similar things, I savor those peppered turkey sandwiches. Love em good and long like the last night with a special woman.
Now tonight I met a woman. Good and right like clean soil. I did not kiss her. Many times there is no need. The seat of the cab was comfortable. Then I called my friend Alyssa and told her I missed her. Sparks and bowling await in Austin. And truth be told that's all that good friends need.
Philly, philly. Parking was difficult. We had to wake in shifts starting at 8 in the morning to refill the coins for two meters. I drew the straw for the 8' o clock shift. Strange, because I was absolutely fucking sure that was the right straw to pick. I ended up taking all three shifts in the morning. Only because I enjoyed it. Even that had a sense of purpose, part of the crusade.
The Fire is now my favorite venue. Hell, they let you sleep above the place in their apartment and a faint smell of bud lingers on the floorboards, walls, and even around the sink. I found a frozen piece of pizza in the fridge. Brett advised me not to partake. Not because it might have been someone else's leftovers (the morsel was definitely forgotten for good), but because of the potential health hazards. I deliberated for about twenty seconds because I value his opinion and he's really good at keyboards. But, on the other hand, Brett seems to think that anything over a week old, no matter what the product, is probably no good. I decided to skip prudence and zapped the hell out of that piece of pie. It was delicious.
Some side-effects followed, however, into the next couple of days. I thought about calling my doctor. Then I realized I don't have one. I also realized I have no personal medical insurance and all the bands prized possessions would be stored overnight in a dilapidated trailer. This life is a shaky one. Funny as hell. Rich as gold.
