Now I Know...I Would Never Make It On Tour...

Every hotel in Aiken, SC. and Augusta, GA. is booked up right now due to a chemical spill. This turns into a logistical nightmare for the project I work on. Yesterday, myself and the team I work with woke up at 4 AM to get to Aiken by 7 AM. We normally would have headed out of town the night before but we couldn't get a hotel room within 60 miles of Aiken. So, we went on our daily work routine thinking we could get a hotel that afternoon. This was not the case. After a long morning of racing around in the woods the team was beat and homeless. We hung out in a crappy Mexican restaurant for two hours killing time until we were all about asleep in the booth. With nowhere to go and complete exhaustion setting in, we headed to the local community center parking lot where we crashed out in the back of our cargo van and in the cab of our field truck. I choose the van thinking I could stretch out more. To make a long story short, I didn't sleep worth a shit. This has finally sealed the deal. I will never be in a touring band. Never. No matter how hard you try to convince me. Besides the fact that I cannot carry a tune nor can I play a musical instrument, I cannot live on crappy mexican food and 20 minute naps in a van full of equipment and smelling of beer (the guys I work with may have spilled a beer in the front cab of the van). It used to sound like a dream now it sounds like hell.