SUNDAY AUGUST 17TH 1997

Jason: Woke up in West Virginny. Mein Gott. I don't know what Tudor's Biscuit World is, but I sure like the sound of it.

As we paid our second $1.25 toll, Tom and I mused about if that was who came up with those delightful cookies we adore so much. I'm a little high and more than a little confused.

10:05AM-We passed through Bland, VA. I wasn't very impressed.

Tom: 12:40PM-South Carolina Border: A/C goes out, followed by a mysterious thud on the roof. Eerie...

Jason: Oh where to begin. First of all I didn't think we were ever gonna get there, but we did to find the club owner chick grumping about and around the parking lot. It seems she "don't let Mike do that shit no more." Huh. There was a sign on the door asking people (good, decent folk[s]) to band together and stop the queers from getting their beer and wine license. Whatever. Michael said he'd tried to call. Uh huh. We flopped about in the ocean and the Buffet Juggernaut slammed into Mammy's. Went to Michael's to muscle 20 bones outta da boy, but scurried away 'afore Mom got home to find the bad men there.

Gotta room at the luxurious Ocean View West thingy or something. Girls yelled "Yay! Pizzle!" at the tourbus (voulez vou the bus). Who'd a thunk a mere bit o' electrical tape would pay off so big? Lumpy's a wise man. Pops is dancing. Yikes.

Jason: Flopped about the pool. Mikey boy never showed with the cash. Called Ground Zero. Machine say: "Crispus Attucks, plus two other bands." There's no reason to think that's not us.

Every business seems to be hawking discount hermit crabs. I find that odd. Yet intriguing.

I neglected to mention the fabulous performer entertaining at the buffet. Wow. Fried shit rules.

Hit the town for booze N hoors. Tom pointed out that without us performing on a given night, we're just a pack o' thugs.

Pops: Although we haven't played yet I feel our best show is awaiting but sadly I will never play with Yahoo Serious.

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