Day 30

Bowling Green, OH is a place we've been before. a coupla times. there were a few knowns. many unknowns. we expect that. we foster these adventures. it's ok, though. we feel safe. we've come to live with these variables and thrive in these unexpected daily situations. don't get me wrong, there are lots of constants. we're all good friends, and the long highway that we force feed ourselves, then spit out behind when god's not looking because - ooh isn't that sunset beautiful - these are bastions. there are others too. we don't go hungry, usually, and we can count on a place to sleep virtually every night.



we got open container tickets... just having one beer (parked) in the neighborhood, but since i was sitting behind the wheel, i had to take a DUI test (where you follow the flashlight with your eyes). of course i passed, but it's still a little unnerving.
the cops said someone sold us out - pointed out a van with NY plates chillin on the block blasting music (LCD Soundsystem's Sound of Silver, you should know).


dave played the officers our music on the laptop as they wrote the tickets. classic dave.



panda helped us solve a long-frustrating musical problem in a song we've been calling Arlington Vice. this picture is of a rehearsal space above Howard's Bar, where we played. this is where we finally became happy with the song.
we'll play you Arlington Vice when we see you next. it's a sweaty song about sweating out the devil. which we do every night. autobiographical? let's make love on the floor.




haha! this tour we've been experimenting with decoration. here's one we did. we actually did the entryways to the club too. when dave gets an itch, it's gotta be scratched. sometimes the only thing that'll reach it is a pink unicorn named Argo.








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