criminals and artists

so my road trip for tour started at 5:15 pm from carbondale. A 3 hour train ride to Champane-Urbana, and caught my bus to indianapolis running with my bags flagging down the driver, as amtrak did not decide to inform the bus to wait for a few of us.

Saint Peace picks me up from the bus station at midnight, where we proceed to go to his friends house who is coming on tour with us. she is passed out drunk when we arrive. Peace and a friend spend the next hour trying to wake her up and get her to pack.

we leave indy at 230am, and make great time. i take over driving at 8am, and when we are just an hour and a half away from oneonta, i get pulled over.

the cop comes back to the car and has me get out, where he proceeds to cuff me and throw me in the back without telling me why. this cop, younger than me was not being an asshole, but just not being polite either. i panic immediately when i realize that he is listening to rush limbaugh in his squad car. apparently, i owed the dmv 20 dollars for a licsense fee, and therefore was suspended. i was brought to the next town to see an old alcoholic judge who told me he was going to read me rights, and then did not do so.

i was then brought back to the other town, and processed into the county jail. we're talking psyche evaluation, stripping naked and putting on a jumpsuit, the whole nine yards. I was given a bin with extra 'clothes', another 2xl jumpsuit and size 12 shoes (im a size 9 for the record). i was put into a cell where i just sat there, not really wanting to wander around and mingle with the general population.

while all this is going on, Joseph LMS was finally convinced that we were not pulling an april fools joke, and proceeded to raise my bail money. thank you to Jason sexton, my tatoo artist from the golden lotus, and Jason knowles, my old boss for putting up the cash. Joseph then catches a ride to the jail, almost 2 hours away with my old boss to get me out of lock up.

the food was worse than anything ive ever seen in my life. i spent too long trying to figure out what something was, im not positive, but i think they were green beans, just not really green, or bean looking.

i ended up walking into the show in oneonta 15 minutes before it ended to a standing ovation, as my plight was explained constantly through the nite.

i fucking love my friends and the good people around me. it shows me that i do leave an impact on people, as they are willing to go out of their way to help me, just as i would for many of you fine people.