after a crazy few weeks of stolen guitars, shut off phones, overdraft fees, and speeding tickets, i cut work early and went to columbus' finest institution: the greyhound station.
an 11 hour trip can be an exciting thing for a boy of 23 years, especially when the windows are so large and ohio is so beautiful.
but, the screaming 3 year old (not screaming like sad or angry, screaming jibberish like a deaf man with terrets) the entire trip, a 12 year old smoking pot in the bathroom, the BEST tattoo i've ever seen (i didn't think that they made crayon tattoos!) which had a horrible guitar (?) with wings and underneath said gUItaR maN (if their was an "s", it would have been backwards), a man trying to talk "shop" with me about acoustic guitars while i was what i consider bus-sedated, and many stops in the weirdest parts of town imaginable (i mean really! the chillicothe greyhound station is a MARATHON gas station with a defunct food court, no restroom, and no airconditioning!), made the 76 dollars and incredible stress well worth it!
i arrived at 6:35 am to the welcoming arms of luke levesque, and then i slept in his chair and taught myself how to dance.
tonight i am meeting up with Clothing and Shoes for the first gig of our east coast tour at Starlight Cafe...
this will be an interesting tour with hopefully sufficient returns...
meaning "hopefully i don't starve".
word.
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