as we walked through the gutters of san-fran-siscer, there were few dreams. many heartaches filled the gutters last night. tour is ruff, tuff and full of gruesome, psychedelic rock n roll. leaving the city we were lighter. (high of lack of oxygen, Smirnoff and little drive to continue) we made it through the clutches of SF's nasty talons. yes Taylor lost his wallet. yes our managers window was smashed in and precious belongings rummaged. yes, David savagely got a bang over. yes, Adam was alarmed with news that could change his life forever....
but, we left.... i mean, we CAME, we SANG, loved, shared and got a taste of the fruits of the sweet Aussie sex team. nothing is bad. it's all for you, for us. but the feeling of leaving wanting to have done more... it's rufff. tour is tufff. It takes a toll on soul and if your body is still here it takes a massage to get back to health. SF is cursed AF but, fewer people would embark on such a mission. how do we show the people, better yet how do I show YOU, us? it seems to become more and more difficult. don't decide to see what you want to see. see what krispi situation comes your way and rummage through the gutters. together we've been rummaged, forever we have learned that
SF is cursed AF.
-make america salad again
#3 oct 3-5
-disregard the chainsaw
if there is 2 things i could tell you, it's that i miss my soft, pleasant bed and.... i am terrible at making videos. after the SF and Santa cruz shows, adam (drummer), dave (guitarist) and jon (bassist) drove 6 hours back to LA for class and school; me, Taylor and burtis decided to embark on a mission, a mission to find the prettiest, most peaceful spot...
we didn't find it.
see you all sooner than i imagine. we luv you.
we are kings, you are the shelter... or something like that.