West Coast, continued

The Orange, CA house party was everything it was cracked up to be. I hid my Tecate 40 oz. and a couple of beers in the refrigerator so no scroungers would get a hold of them. We tried to videotape the show, but our computer gave out and the condenser mic got some pretty weird room noise.

We went to crystal cove and had some beach time. This is all just event listing right now. I don't have much commentary on the events because I haven't been thinking much, just doing. A lot of ideas are cooking in my brain right now, but none connected to day to day happenings.

Some pictures from the beach should be up soon. Yesterday we visited Venice Beach. Not so crystal, more meth - a truly nasty place. I can't say I subtracted from the aura of the overused and sick. Here is a deceased duck found off the strip.

The state of my clothing; eating up the world like everyone else with sneaky boozing.

A show in Long Beach (prospector) and LA (the good hurt) await. Then home, hopefully. The brakes of the vehicle are now dying, the lines are sweating out brake fluid. The smog makes palms look ugly and sad. The highway is very dangerous, and we'll have to travel that tonight to get out to Long Beach.

Some images to mind examine

Setting up in Orange, CA

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The Andrews Gallery, big San Diego show!

People in San Diego, come to The Andrews Gallery. It's a cool art gallery. I hear they are painting the back wall red and erecting a gigantic mirror on the opposing wall. This should go well with my red face stripe. 

The address is 1002 North Coast Highway 101, Encinitas, CA. The show should be @ (at) 7:00 p.m. I'll have my whiskey, but you can't have any. Ah, maybe you can. See you there. 

Out West, Dry River Collective, Radicals and Stars

Well, we're on tour. We just played our first show of this particular tour at the Dry River Collective. They are a bunch of political radicals who run a little place on donations. We actually got paid 95 bucks, really good. This band Octopus Place played after us, really good riff rock, like rush and pavement starting a band.

The generator on the RV doesn't operate correctly, but the engine does. The vehicle runs well. The refrigerator no longer smells like oyster po-boys, but the freezer does. We never open the freezer.

I'm trying to save money, so I bought a bottle of cheap whiskey to use. I want to buy less drinks.

Things are going well so far, the stars are wonderful in Tuscon. The city uses low candle orange street lamps to preserve the view. 

Our friend Jared shacked us up for the night and we got a chance to play some Halo 3. I got a couple killing frenzies, dominated, no big deal. 

The drive out here wasn't as beautiful because the clouds covered up the moon; it was thin in the first place. You couldn't watch the mountains pass by at night, like bunches of fluffy pillows floating down stream. That's what it looked like with the light of the big, full moon we got last time. 

It's okay. 

See you in California!