Big Big Gray Day

Sitting in a weird timeless coffee warehouse in Eugene and everything is new and industrial. Lastnight Am'Lee and I stayed in a big big house called the Lorax. it was a manshion and 31 people lived in it and it was an old castle and we slept in the attic and it was full of cold and rats and dust and drums and bottles and stary sky. The moon was to big lastnight and we sat behind a college sign and we drank 2-11 and yelled at college boys walking by who were all tied together, I ran up to them and demanded to know where the beer was at and they said it was a college thing so I went back and hid behind the sig. It was a hard place to pee because bend on my knees and not stand up otherwise the police would've seen. After that we caught a train and here in south oregon we are waiting for a car to take us to Oakland. Things on the inside of my body are hungover and I didn't hardly have no booze lastnight. Must have been that burger basket that Am'Lee and I ate in Salem. It was a T.V. show there, and it was one that I never wanna watch again. The road dogs roll on.