It’s 11:30ish. I just woke up and do I know when I fell asleep? My sunglasses are gone. Cash from my wallet is strewn about the floor near the couch.
That was some show! The Logboat treats bands to free drinks.
You and I both know how this is going to end.
Outside, we play to the sun going down and that-one-guy who yelled at us because of feedback before our set. Thanks. Sorry to interrupt your game of lawn jenga.
I sleep beautifully I’m told. Brook and Wick said it. I guess I am living the dream.