Hello! It's Tuesday and we are in Tallahassee, Florida for a show tonight at the Engine Room. This place looks totally different in the daytime. I was certain we hadn't played here before until I saw the patio. Either way, it's good to be back on the job after having two days off. I normally don't blog about the days off because I'm usually working on other projects. However, I must tell you about arriving in Tallahassee. The clouds rolled in and we experienced rain. When we arrived in the city, I knew I had to get some soap and some socks. I have socks but I needed black socks so that if I needed to wear my open toe shoes, I could do so without having to worry about my feet getting cold or my outfit looking like I'd gotten dressed in the dark. We picked a Days Inn. One thing about Days Inn - they are usually two star hotels which means old carpet and dingy walls. Sure enough, that's exactly what we got. I even found what I believed to be a Viagra pill on my bedspread. Kid you not. So, the lady at the front desk tells us there's a Wally World (Wal-Mart) across the street. "Right across the street," she says. So, despite the drizzle, I leave the room, after dark, without my phone. Shit, right up the street didn't sound that far. Well, the main street I had to walk up literally had no pedestrian sidewalk which made me worry a little that I hadn't brought my phone and "right up the street" ended up being about a fifteen minute walk, which in flip flops, in the rain, in the dark ended up being more like thirty. And I swear, right when I get like 100 yards away from Wally World, the bucket tips over and rain just falls like manna from Heaven. I walk into the store like a wet puppy, but I hold my head high because it was my decision to walk in the drizzle. What was I to expect? I get in, get my soap, two pair o' black socks, some sardines in olive oil, and a pack of 99 cent pistachio's. I'm dreading the walk back because of my feet. The flip flops are slippery and I did bust a nice move in front of a car that was nice enough to let me cross the parking lot. I'm sure I looked like Christy Yamaguchi as a three-year-old. Resigned and happy that I have survived the trip going, it's now time to get back to the hotel. I set out and have a few insightful moments about the dangers of walking around a strange place without my phone. This talk with myself settles me until I see a dead Armadillo on the side-walkless highway. I freaked out and just started running because it dawned upon me that I was indeed in FLORIDA where gators, snakes, lizards, pigs, and all kinds of unscrupulous wildlife chill any and everywhere. I almost break my fucking neck running in flip flops, but I ran all the way back. I get to the room and realize it's hot. I go to check the AC unit and it's not even working. We get another room and I'm happier. Besides, Jord-O said he think he killed a tick (or something like that) on the wall in the first room. I'm disgusted and I don't like being disgusted. I pull out my Febreeze and commence to doing what I can to make things seem sanitary. We watch the Cowboys lose to the NY Giants as well as catch an episode of Hoarders. I don't see why folks watch that show. It sucks big time watching folk with all that shit be in denial about having ALL THAT SHIT! However, I slept well and am thankful that I have survived another day to tell you about. It's a blessing to be able to write about what's going on. It's a blessing to be able to sing about it all. The guys are fine. Brandon ended up going to the doctor and being diagnosed with slight bronchitis mixed with sinus infection. I'm on two teaspoons of Coconut oil a day and I think it's the only thing keeping me from becoming a hacker. I hope you are doing well and know that I miss being around you. Thanks for praying for JTNL. We appreciate it.