In France, kids are drunk!!!
so it was about an hour or two outside of el paso that a series of strange events took place. the first was almost tragic, as we came desperately close to losing marty to a grizzly bear. marty remembering his training in the back alley boxing gyms of philly, was able to knock out his one good eye with a bone crushing left hook.





just when we thought we were safe, the bears best friend, a raging mare, reared up and tried to trample greg and marty.



luckily, gregs mustache has excellent negotiating skills and was able to talk our way out of certain doom. after the misunderstanding was all cleared up, we went back across the street and shared a box of popcicles. they were banana, and delicious! after our savory frozen snacks with our new best friends Corvette the horse, and T-rex the bear we were soon on our way. it was at this point when something even stranger happened....we signed autographs! we were getting ready to pull out of the gas station when a couple of kids with mohawks and atreyu shirts approached our van. greg was the first to see them, and thought we were in trouble with some small town "locals", so he grabbed his cell phone and pulled up Corvette and T-rex's numbers just in case we needed their assistance. dan rolled down the window and the kids are like "who are you guys?" it wasn't looking good, so greg punched into his cell phone the universal code to our new compatriots to let them know we were in a "situation". after dan responded nervously with a quiet "we're bullet train to vegas" everything changed. not because they were now suddenly excited, but because they were confused with this statement. they clearly didn't know who the fuck we were. that however didn't stop these little shavers from braving up and asking us for a couple of quick autographs. with nothing to write on, one kid handed us his shoe, and the other his shirt. after signing their goods, they ran from the van doing some sweet spin kicks that rivaled anything we've seen at a story of the year show, hopped in their car and sped off.

the weirdness didn't stop there however. as we rolled up to the t lounge in el paso, some kids ran up to our van before we even shut it off, and demanded autographs. truly fucking bizarre. seriously though, el paso is one of our new favorite places to play, this town rules, and the kids here are incredible. Finish the Fight opened, and that band rules. michael, the singer, has a brutal voice!!

after the show, erik got drunk and passed out standing up in the shower. when he came to, he got out, and greg jumped in. while greg showered, erik managed to give himself a haircut, and then when greg got out, erik gave him one too. not before seeing gregs gourd however, much to his dismay.


Current Statistics:



Burritos consumed: 40


cliff bars consumed: 8


Sparks consumed: 20


current status:

dan: driving

erik: neck beard

marty: phone

greg: vegan jerky and peanut chews


current quote:
erik: "i'm sick of your snake bites biting at the future!"