Monthly Archives: March 2011
RIP Birkenstocks. I’ve had you since spring of 06; you’ve been around the world with me. But I walked with you in the beachy swamps of Santa Barbara, and then put you in a plastic bag. I forgot about you. You developed mold. I discovered this in Austin, TX and threw them out with a little tear in my eye.
I still cannot get over the fact that almost every morning I wake up in a completely different, beautiful surrounding. Right now I’m in Dallas TX, staying in a crazy nice town-house while a friend’s parents are away. We have a whole place to stay for three nights, giving us the opportunity to “settle,” grocery shop, and have daily showers (if we want them). Only a day before I woke up in a moldy-green $49 motel room in Tulsa OK, and what seems like only minutes earlier-I greeted the sunrise with the mountains of Colorado. We’ve slept in the desert of Taos, NM, a small farm house outside San Diego, and even on the floor of our own stage in Pueblo, CO.