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my blood isnt too thick for texas, but the heat catches up to me when i enter the van after it has been transformed into an indian sweat lodge on the side of the street. there are no more cowboys, just 'dont have a cow, boy's. its all flourescent signs that transend space and time to inform us on a certain place, or 'the big race'. gentlemans clubs full of men that certainly are not gentle, but it really only feels 30 degrees off from being home, not nautically.

this tour has been everything i hoped it would be and then some, meeting amazing people every day is exactly why we do this, and it is exactly what we keep getting, and i love it.

i just awoke in a bedroom that is not mine in houston texas, there are pictures on the walls of people that are not my friends, art that i do not appreciate in any personal way, pictures of artists that i dont perticularly love and a bongo drum that is completely sweet. we all understand the feeling of 'home' and the comfort and calmness that comes with it, and lying under these sheets that i have never washed or folded, i feel completely at home, and every morning when i wake up on a new floor surrounded by drooling dizzle and snorin pete, or daddy long legs cronin i feel more at home. The last tour took it to a new level where actually being home didnt feel like my home, it felt like a resting place where i was completely restless.

if anyone playing in a 'band' cant get stoked to tour, to play warped tour, to record, to play weird shows with little to no guarantees, then you are lying to everyone, you are the rockstar persona that everyone wants to hate but loves for some terrible reason, there are bodies that were made for this and others that arent, just dont waste our time pretending.


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