I think we're 5 weeks into tour now or something like that. I always think I took a lot of pictures then when I go back and looks it's like one every other day. I guess I don't have a career in photojournalism ahead of me or anything. Then again half the kids in photography school don't either. Anyway...
We had a show at a round club in Phoenix. It was real weird. I felt like I should have been reciting Macbeth there or something. I guess Jager in the round works as well as Shakespeare. Cause I'm not real into old dead English dudes. Then again I'm not real into Jager either. There was a poster in the bathroom for Jimmie J.J. Walker's 70's Soul Bash. That I can get behind.


I just had to post this pic so I could state the fact that I finally met someone else who remembers the day I gave up faith in pro wrestling. When I was a little kid Hulk Hogan was obviously my jam. But after Sgt. Slaughter and the Iron Sheik double teamed him and hit him with that burning flag he did this thing where they showed him in a hospital bed and he was asking for all the Hulkamaniacs to send him money and show support by buying a wristband. I may have been like 6 and still thought wrestling was real, but even I knew that was a scam.
Consider that the day I could no longer get joy from seeing the Ultimate Warrior all cracked out or Jake The Snake in the middle of a coke fit with a ball python. Somehow Roy from Stone Sour remembered that too. A+ dude even if he did steal his image from that kid Rufio in Hook and thinks The Hulkster's daughter is bangable. Banagarang dude.





Gus is convinced that if I keep posting pictures from the shows some random fan is going to take a hit out on my life on the next tour. Stranger things have happened, but I still think he's overreacting.
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