Last Night in Grand Rapids

Eighties Night. Gypsy Muse. Emily.

Whooo Are the Owls? The Bouncing Baker Twins. River City Slims. $1 PBR Longnecks.

..."The overlooked and underrated art piece that brought us here to Grand Rapids is all bundled up like the baby Moses and ready for the wearisome journey back West.

Its the last night in Grand Rapids and I don't want to think about that wearisome journey just yet. The fun girl on the other end of the wireless tower says she don't really care what my first name is and that the FedEx downtown closes at 9 pm, and don't be gettin' here at no 8:59 neither or she'll call security on my ass."

The day after...

Its the day after what felt like a long summer night. The first of many 2009 summer nights.

You know that feeling when you get so high, off of whatever gets you high, then comes the next day and your no longer high anymore, your waking up and it feels like everything changed why you were gone.

The world was so beautiful and vibrant, you were so in tune and free while the night and your high were harmonizing. Now the next day everything seems dimmer and uglier, including you.

Awkward Adventures.

Can't wait for the meatloaf.

Not a sentence I thought I'd ever say.

Currently in attendence at Relevant Life Church in
Salem, Oregon

My artist friend goes here.

Alli came with me, bless her heart.

Glad she has a good sense of humor.

I went in with low expectations, thank God.

The Pastor has a soul patch. Killer.