| You want the truth? You can't handle the truth. No really, It's true, I can barely handle the truth. Well here goes as much of the truth as I can remember. It all started on the morning of December 18th, 2001. I was ready to go the moment I woke up. It was the day I had been waiting for since we first started this band in 1998. We were finally going out on the road. Okay, so we were only going to play 3 shows, but I didn't care. To me this was a bigger deal then the KISS farewell tour (all 3 of them). All my stuff was packed and we were all supposed to meet out at Brandon's house around 4:00. About 3 weeks before the tour our friend John (who has been our loyal roadie and photographer since the beginning) told us that he wasn't going to be able to go. Our friend Anthony Bailey jumped at the opportunity to come along and help drive. So everybody was ready to go. Well almost ready, we got off to a late start because we had to take Anthony on a "errand" and then he had to go pack, I couldn't believe it, an hour before we leave before a week and this guy isn't even packed yet. I didn't like the looks of it, but everything turned out allright. The first show was at the Capri, it was a weeknight so the turnout was pretty thin, but we did meet some kids in a band called flaming cheese puff, they kind of reminded me of us when we first started playing, meaning, they needed some practice. I thought that a few members of the audience were being dick heads, I hate to people hassle kids in bands. I mean it was their first show, what did you expect? I don't think you should be critical of band that is just starting out. When have the nerve to get up in front of people and play then you can be judgemental........I guess. Although the turnout sucked the show was fun, we played a good set, and my cousin Richard who lives in Chicago showed up with his girlfriend Leigh, who let Brandon and I sign her ............."shoulder." So after the show we messed around with all of our friends from Washington and elsewhere, got some advice from Richard about Chicago, and got $20 from Brenda (you're the best). We made a quick stop at Taco Bell and they screwed up Aaron's order (This theme continues throughout the trip) so vowed to boycott Taco Bell the rest of the trip. Anthony also came up with a name for the tour, the "get off of your ass and do something with your llife tour" I thought that was pretty damn motivational. With me behind the wheel, we set out for Atlanta, our original plan was to go and stay with Brandon's uncle somewhere in the suburbs of Atlanta. However, that planned changed after we drove around Atlanta for about an hour trying to find the exit, a few words of advice...never trust directions you get off of a computer. Eventually we drove so far out of the way that I said,"That's it, we're heading for Chicago." And that was that, I drove all the way from Augusta, Ga to Somewhere in Southern Kentucky in a night. I never really got that tired, Aaron and I talked a little. All I could really think about was not having to see Washington, Ga for a week. I was really excited. We watched the sun come up and Aaron woke up Anthony and Brandon by throwing panties on them and yelling,"Wooweee, wake up boys, look at that Kentucky sunrise." or something like that. I drove a few more hours, until about 9:00. We decided to stop in some little town in Kentucky, and for some reason we ended up at a Hardees. Here's the best part, all of us look like zombies our eyes are totally bloodshot, from lack of sleep of course, and I'm pale and incoherant. I order my food, no problem, Brandon and Anthony do the same, still no problem, then the next thing I know this white trash beauty queen is yelling at Aaron,"What aaron are you looking for, Who are you looking for." Aaron looks like a deer caught in Headlights, He says,"Hey Lady I'm just trying to get some food." Evedently Aaron thought she asked what his name was, give the guy a break he was up all night. She really asked what he wanted, and he said Aaron. Then she started yelling at him. It was pretty crazy, then she told someone on the phone that she was dealing with some bullshit. By this point every person in the place, all of which seem to be old people are staring at us. We promptly ate our food and planned to leave, then I thought I lost the keys so Anthony goes back inside and looks for them, it turns out that they were in my sweatshirt, I felt like a tired, dirty, dumbass! |