We finally got a couple days off and I'm here in Sunny LA. It's snowing back home so I feel rather good about that. It feels like somehow I'm winning something by missing the terrible weather. We're on the last leg of our tour. It's been a wild topsy turvy time but we've come out of it with some great new friends, our tourmates The Shys and Army Navy. Great guys. We're like a big gang rolling from city to city, causing problems everywhere we go. Oh and also playing some shows as well. We actually played 2 shows last night and for that my body will not forgive me.
The night before in San Francisco at first seemed like it would be a rather tame night, being a Sunday and all. We only had 2 drink tickets each (pretty standard) and none of us were in a partying mood. That all changed when a very, very energetic and loud dude came up to us after we played and screamed, literally in my face,: "ohmigodiloveyouguyswhowantsadrinkcomeonletmebuyyouguysadrinkwhatcanibuyyou?" Naturally, being the populists we are, we joined our new ostentatious friend in several rounds of Tokyo Teas, which are pretty much 6 hard liquors mixed up with some kind of sweetener. Danger, as Mystikal would shout. One of the casualties was Sickels, who was throwing up blood the next day before our set at the Troubadour in LA. Now I could say there's some lesson to be learned here, but that's a bunch of hogwash. we'll make the same mistakes again, same as you. In the meantime, we've got some more gigging to do.