Yeah, it kinda rules, but fuck that. So, our two-bit asshole driver left us in Brooklyn. He's been exhibiting mental problems slowly over two and a half weeks, leading us up to this point. The other night while showing signs of paranoid delusions and other instabilities, he made up his mind that our drummer had been conspiring against him through the whole tour. This was obvious bullshit and I called him on it. Well, Tim the mental midget had made up his mind, and we unloaded the van in the middle of Brooklyn. Fortunately, our wonderful friend Addie has been kind enough to put us up for a few days while we sell off all of our gear. And we are now doing just that. We've been taking pictures and calling agencies trying to scrape together enough cash to catch the train back to Seattle. Fuckit. Ill see everyone at home in a week. Hopefully.
PS. We have set up a Paypal account (firstname.lastname@example.org) to collect donations to get back home. If you have a few bucks to spare, we would all really appreciate it very, very, much. Thanks.