|  | | Texas, Texassss | | | | | Texas rolled into view once again. Denton. Rubbergloves. Could hardly find the bastard. Tiny venue by a railroad track. No signs. Nothing. Other than stickers above a door. We headed into town, got a great cup of coffee. Did internet til our heads bled. Found a cafe. Ate breakfast. Drank a cold one. Headed back to the club. The show went pretty well. The night was awesome. Bar kept open. I met a Hebron student. Reminiscing about life and confused about the future. Stayed at the bar late as they did a lock-in. Drank slightly too much. Woke up feeling odd.
Austin. Parked right outside Emo's. Scoured the streets for internet. Stumbled upon a fantastic cigar shop where the couple bitched about bush and we drank coffee and checked mail. Headed to the club. Sound check. Blah Blah. Eivind and I headed out for superb steaks and wine at an insanely good restaurant. The show went really well. Jason Molina opened up and was great. We all had a lock in. Ronson went nuts. Back to the bus for wine and long sleep. Deserved.
Houston. Ugh. Mexican food. Walked in sweltering heat. Club was great. Soundchecked. Sat in the bus for 4 hours watching suspicous car spying on us. Cops came. They left. We stayed away. Club had a curfew and we were forced to leave. Back in the bus and back over to the highways of America....long bumpy, shitty roads that keep you rolling in bed and constantly awake.
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