July 22 2009 "gangrene sets in"

Matt knocks on the door, smiling and gesturing to the knob for me to let him in. God send death. By far the worst sleep on tour, if any. It took us a very long time to pack up because we were all dead. Durell's brain has reached the point of no return. He has smoked himself retarded. I introduce to you : Permafried Durell. Regardless of the missing brain cells he's quite funny when he's confused and on a different planet. We met up with Noah and Vanessa for some tasty breakfast and a nice waitress too. Todd stared at his food while the rest of us ate. Then, shortly after we finished eating, he began picking at his plate and slowing consuming his cold congealed eggs. After breakfast Noah drove Vanessa to work and then met up with us again to take us shopping. We went to a music store and got some odds and ends. Todd fantasized about bass gear. Like that scene in Wayne's world. Except with a smelly dude with dreads and a bas guitar..... the Excalibur.... We headed to the mall to waste some time and along the way a random bro-fuck driver leaned over to us out his car window and politely said "Excuse me, but you fellows need to see a hairdresser." He then sped off. He was alone. What was the point of that? I will piss on his grave. We got some ice cream and sat on a bench in the mall across from a makeup store, making a lot of jerkish comments about the plastic faces inside preening their caked on masks. A 13 year old white kid walked by us staring so I stared back. His response to this was "What the fuck are you looking at?" as he walked away hurriedly. I'll piss on his grave too. I walked Noah to his car gave him a hug, got the van and picked up the corpses. Matt was MIA ....again. We found him 45 minutes later on his phone with his girl. Sweet. After finding him we went to Chelsea's house and napped. Tour has been exhausting. How do cock stars do it? after our nap we went downtown to catch The Kettle Black and Les Taberfucks. The kettle black is unreal you have no idea. Do yourself a favor and catch a show of his. We ate some tasty subs in a sketchy park as cop cars drove by. We knew we had a long drive ahead to Regina. So we cleaned our shitty van out and prepped Jeff Wayne's musical adaptation of War of the Worlds on the ipod.

Somewhere along the way I fell into a coma and woke up to the sounds of the grind finale as the sun began to rise.