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Still trying to gain a sense of where it started. Still holding it together. My ears are wack from loud music. Like my guitars one turn out of tune. Trying not to drink so much. Wish i was always on tour. With the four wheels of a van as a home, and four borderline alcoholics as a family. Sleeping in parking lots, washing in super market bathrooms, hanging with random kids drinking brews before shows. Playing dive bars to sixty or seventy kids who live punk rock. Still remember the days when my dreams where the only thing that kept me awake. Appreciating the little things.When the meantime feels alot like forever. Still could do without the shadyness. Props to my famm and bros. Weasel clan.