DIY TOUR list

1- Do not put stickers on your touring vehicle. It attracts cops.
2- Bring your gear into the hotel or place you are sleeping that night (if you can). If not, have one person sleep in the vehicle (weather permitting). You’ll wish you made the effort when you get ripped off.
3- Do not carry excess amounts of cash on you. Crooked cops prey on touring bands and steal your cash when they pull you over.
4- Trailers are accidents waiting to happen. I’d rather have a vehicle carrying the gear and a smaller fuel efficient car to carry people.
5- If you do pull a trailer, get a boot for the wheels (in the old days we would jack up the trailer, take off the wheels, put the wheels inside the trailer and leave the trailer on jack stands.
6- Get a lock box that covers the trailer door latch (padlocks can be cut off)
7- Always drive the speed limit.
8- Leave as soon as possible for the next town. You’d rather be bored and early than late.
9- Don’t carry any drugs on you (do them at the gigs)
10- Do not separate from the group. I don’t care if that person you had sex with last night says they will get you to the next town. Ask Marky Ramone about that one.
11- Carry a full size spare, a 4 way lug wrench and a good jack. (try to get new lug nuts before touring if possible). You could spend 30 minutes changing a tire or wait 3 hours for roadside asistance.
12- Get a AAA membership (the first tow pays for itself)
13- Get a separate GPS from you phone. Phones get dead spots, GPS has a dedicated signal that is more reliable.
14- Do not talk shit online about a venue that you didn’t like. Other venues see that and it will affect your “bookability”
15- When you stop to eat, make sure you can see your vehicle through the windows while you are eating.

I’m on my way

Im on my way down, spinning in a long bus descending now, circling the drain of the town deep working my way into hells impersonations, super fan motion, Division street devotion, echoing a spicy grin, my burning face a bludgeoned tire, across the globe, seize your fire, past regret, to find a rhyme I resent relaying, playing a song to forget, rushing back into a market to hide, I confide in nothing over taken, medication finalized a dreary distillery, bound dreaming soaring incorrectly, stuttering lines of prose are those I conceive, between a ride across the grid of my city, moments of memory, distillery of liquid hope, vapor of forgiveness rising, I regret more than what’s unknown of the planets seas

A cure for acute ideation, slave nation of serenity, day starts off with a prayer as a plea for obvious insecurity, to hang with no frame, stuck to the mind of the structure, you have no bigot, no crave for rupture, so there for now, so, there, I shall scribble on the page and take a photograph, to say that I wrote a poem on my phone sounds insane in 96’….. There’s a purpose here, do I seek attention for my pain or am I purely the slave to theory of freedom within the walls of where here exists as this rambling bullshit?  Like an amphetamine in the stream once begun release has advantages  and done needs a gun placed between the eyes of  stop

Oceans of motive

Tribute to those

Most sun on the roads   spinning spun

Hand gun of thought isnt  a vision….. Grammar is a mistake if you’re in the gutters melodic demonstrated….. Late to rec tech 6 again and again…. A notice of alignment bickering… Crosses of metal elements…. Educational delay, ages cramp style, unmotivated shame awakening something inside…. My wish…. For all time I do not have…. The day is going away…. There’s nothing poetic here, I’m not tying knots of the syllabic grainy frequency abruptly ionian

Loon Infiltrated Poppycock

Stale mindless mirror

Of thought

Pictures shot

Dead

Problems are to discuss with….

To jail… Treatments lingering…. Stale, old …. The

Same old shit streaming…

Avoiding course work homework

For recovery I resist

The dating app bullshit I’m peeling

The skin of puppets

Story written as a boy

Why is life soy milk texture like? rocks

Skipping across a stream of

A consciousness rippling clouds

Surfacing secondary dominants hide

I’m wondering why the hell I create

Within the realm of this form, I

Suppose poets dream frequencies that

Sound off sour lies

Im tired

I’m tired of being a part of the dumpster fire burning in the back of retail trauma running through the blue veins of a little brat accusing me of being a piece of shit, when I hear it I cower, this pill to swallow is an adjacent struggle of power, though I crave none at all. None at all. Never have I twisted the knife. Never in this life have I intended to ever disrespect, yet it’s socially acceptable to run rampant in the streets wearing your trauma but not taking accountability for it, this is wrong because people get wrongly treated because accountability doesn’t get taken

I have picked the worst people to be apart of my life at times in my life. People that I ended up entrusting with my life and believed things like they loved me or liked me when that was not the case at all, these people were sociopaths and narcissistic to the fullest extent. Horrible things have happened that have put a deep pause to my whole life at times and I felt like my life was over. Youre damn right I became a full blown addict eventually. I grew up with no one wanting me. I now live the same. The hurt and loneliness and sadness has turned to bitterness that’s been bypassed through a beating heart that’s surely broken. Just take a look in my eyes. You’ll see it all immediately and become judgemental. If not that, well, then, hell. The bell is beating a rhythm for goodbye.

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The Smouldering Escalade