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so i just got into san diego today after being on tour following hippie jam bands rat dog and the string cheese incident. I was with this couple cheeto and ashley and their kid sage selling goo balls, smoking bowls all day and getting dosed a little. I tripped out in irvineb last night at some greek theatre and saw some dark things. Luckily, it was only a hit or two. I was talking to Mouse about taking something like 35 hits of some badass shit and really going on a TRIP. A journey.
Someday. not to day. i've got some fungus for today, tomorrow, the next day, i dont know.
It was good times though, being on tour with people you recognize from the park back up in SF. With people you recognize only by their dogs and kids named Branch and Sapphire. This guy really kinda woke me up, allowing me to realize i dont want to do that hippie shit forever. It's fucking exhausting. Maybe if i were following some better band that didn't require me to buy a ticket to actually see them for more than 30 dollars.
A nomadic, migratory, punk rock, free mother fuckin festy would be good. Maybe one that didn't go so far between shows that bike gangs could follow.
Cause i dont necessarily like how this business works. I mean, it works, but its not the greatest. Cheeto was explaining.
These kids, they work hard. They have families, and they do what they can to get by and stay in tour, traveling. They're still capitalists, working too hard just to get by, by my standards.
And fuck that.
I want something a little more different than that. Something there im not eating shitty fast food because its cheap, dont give me any excuses about the baby in the car seat crying! none!
The fast food definately make the tour short. I'm ready to get back to basics.
Get my Phil (fill?).
oh, by the way, i talked to my grandma. After he finding out i smoke weed and being all butt hurt about it (for, i guess good reason, she's old and stagnant like a algal pond), We talking about things completely unrelated, no threat of bringinbg up the subject of drug use, and things that didn't matter at all.
I'm just glad she didn't start crying. Fuck im ashamed, old people should never know certain things. They just cant take it. some of them.
Someday. not to day. i've got some fungus for today, tomorrow, the next day, i dont know.
It was good times though, being on tour with people you recognize from the park back up in SF. With people you recognize only by their dogs and kids named Branch and Sapphire. This guy really kinda woke me up, allowing me to realize i dont want to do that hippie shit forever. It's fucking exhausting. Maybe if i were following some better band that didn't require me to buy a ticket to actually see them for more than 30 dollars.
A nomadic, migratory, punk rock, free mother fuckin festy would be good. Maybe one that didn't go so far between shows that bike gangs could follow.
Cause i dont necessarily like how this business works. I mean, it works, but its not the greatest. Cheeto was explaining.
These kids, they work hard. They have families, and they do what they can to get by and stay in tour, traveling. They're still capitalists, working too hard just to get by, by my standards.
And fuck that.
I want something a little more different than that. Something there im not eating shitty fast food because its cheap, dont give me any excuses about the baby in the car seat crying! none!
The fast food definately make the tour short. I'm ready to get back to basics.
Get my Phil (fill?).
oh, by the way, i talked to my grandma. After he finding out i smoke weed and being all butt hurt about it (for, i guess good reason, she's old and stagnant like a algal pond), We talking about things completely unrelated, no threat of bringinbg up the subject of drug use, and things that didn't matter at all.
I'm just glad she didn't start crying. Fuck im ashamed, old people should never know certain things. They just cant take it. some of them.