I'm back on the road again and in the gutter (as usual)
Last night, all 7 of us, the cast and crew, curled up in the front lounge of the bus and cried over "Dead Poets' Society". We have less than a week left on tour and shit gets emotional. Our friendship started when we were walking along cobblestone streets built five centuries before. We were searching for the oldest inn in England. We carried abandoned see-through umbrellas and
I don't know how many days I have left in this life. It could be thousands of days or a small amount of days. I have a lot of control over other things, but I don't have control over that. Yesterday, I found myself in a city in the world I had never been in before. There was a knock on my door at 9pm. I had my
Let's get down to it. This is one of my nitty, gritty rock and roll tips that I figured out touring on the road for five years. When you're constantly moving and going from one city to another night after night, your brain starts functioning differently. You find comfort in odd things, you brush your teeth with an apple, you want to cry when girls