I don’t know what time it is currently, but I’ve been awake since three-thirty a.m. after a mere three hours of slumber, and as a result, I am writing in this dreadful thing. I don’t like to put my personal musings on public display but it’s too cold outside to go for a walk and the T.V. is lacking in any distracting programming. If I could focus well enough to read a book I’d probably read Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D. Salinger, I read it once when I was fifteen or so but I have not read it since and I remember very little about it.
So I guess it’d be improper of me to write in this blog without talking about the band, or perhaps more so about tour. I enjoy tour. I enjoy going on tour. I like it a hell of a lot more than going to school. Unequivocally, I feel as though I learn a great deal more about myself and the world I live in from being on tour than I ever will from a quality college education. However, this is just my opinion. Don’t misconstrue my point, I learn a great deal of fascinating things in school as well but I am half a Jack Kerouac at heart.
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