Atlanta, Georgia. A black crackhead came my way and glanced at my Jonny Quest tattoo and unearthed a twenty minute dialogue about 60's cartoon programming. He finally came out with his plea for money for some public urination ticket. My small budget did not extend any sympathy for him, sadly. He was also a Thundercats fan. He couldn't remember which cat was "the brother."
Wealthy Whore Entertainment played the show in Atlanta. Sex enthusiasts that use dildos for percussion sticks and wear sex ready apparel. A fan of theirs-a lady wearing a schoolgirl costume and granny panties-offered me advice about sexual liberation and freedom. Your friends can be assholes sometimes.
Faygo: the official drink of all Juggalos. Lalo, an ex-Juggalo, bought a bottle somewhere in the South.
Florida. We arrived to Pensacola to hear about hurricane warnings and tropical storms ready to fuck shit up in the orange license plate state. The rain was heavy there and the weather, interesting.
Our hosts in Pensacola took us to Hobo Beach. Its a nice secluded area with a big fucking tree and dead jellyfish on the shore, quadriplegic jellyfish. If you rubbed them, they would remind you of glow sticks I'm sure. A note on Pensacola. It apparently has the most churches per square mile. I guess its retaliation for the influx of old Jews populating the state.
The great Mississippi River again. Its such a behemoth of a landmark. A public cemetery for the tides of our country's past, and all that jazz.
Hobomouth at the Parlor in Austin. Its the hottest pizza parlor in the world, sweating my shit like an endured servant. The pizza was good and the pints of Lonestar were overpriced, I thought. Allen Idle played an awesome set. Hearing his work in MJ's car didn't compare to his live performance. Burying the demons one song at a time.
Joe, Dave, Geoff, and myself and some other friends went downtown. I had my first Irish car bomb; yummy. We met up with everyone's favorite, Erik, and Emmanuel. We went to Beauty Bar and caught a lot of El Paso peeps. Lots of fun and laughs. I later masturbated for the first time in nine days at a house in the outskirts of Austin, and we had Freebirds. The shower where I touched myself was small so I felt awkward, and suicidal.
Geoff's always trying to unbutton guys shirts. I know he has a thing for me. I tried to kiss him but I couldn't; I cherish our friendship too much to ruin it.
Our last stop was San Antonio where everyone had their best sets. It was the best way to end the tour. We left at 1:30am. Ten hours to home. We gave our thoughts about the tour on the drive. It was fun to recap on all the emotional bullshit and great times we all shared.I made some lists of things on the tour. Here they are:
Cool Words: Dixie, Diva
People that died while on tour: Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes
Top bands I saw on tour: 1) Necrobeast 2) Jonesin' 3) Hobomouth 4) The Anchor 5) WWE
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