Tour Part 4 - The Tale End, the Home Stretch

First of all I want to say that if you have a problem with Third Eye Blind then never mention it around me, shit gets me VIOLENT!
Tour, going well, cleanliness...deteriorating. This is the final bound, the time when you can't quite push yourself to clean things or to brush your teeth or to throw away trash in the car. There has been a Hardee's cup marinating in the back for about three days. (By the way, the "red burrito" and other mexican food anywhere near the great lakes should be avoided at all costs)

Five days till completion. It is sweet but long. The last days are always the longest. Brett was saying last night, amidst the rain and high wind of chicago, as it stab us like pencils and when the wind came from behind soaked our calves, that this was hell. And yes it was, but only for a short time. Some of the most horrible moments of my life turn out to be my most beloved memories. I'm not talking about Uncle Ralph showing you his penis or your dog being killed by two other dogs- not that kind of horrible. More like, miserable. Like when you're cold and tired and digging back into the memory to find new and creative curse words.
ehh. I hesitate to sound like Mitch Albom, like memory is golden, write a poem about grandma.

But most of the time suffering is a joke. A big fucking joke.
(I actually do have a poem about my grandma! Oh no, Oh no! HEHE)