Hello from some hotel.

The more we get our stride, in performance and in group chemistry, the more crazy shit that America seems to throw at us. Tonight, we played at the Southgate House in Newport, Ky (just across the river from Cincinnati). While manning the merch area, a dumbass who yelled through both bands slick looking dude (who I have never ever spoken to before) staggers up to me…touches his face a few times, and then lets this go:

“funny side-note…funny side-note……I’m a butler at the Playboy mansion in LA. Well, they have….there are these ice cubes….there are little lights inside the ice cubes. I was in Santa Monica partying with my friend….we were partying….anyways, I lied and said that I invented light-up ice….light-up ice cubes.”

I asked “did you sell any cubes?”

He looked very confused. “No, man. I was just lying to impress some girls. chicks. I was lying to chicks.”

it’s good to be back in the south,

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