August 11th, 2007
oh my f*king god. okay so im in nebraska right now. we opened in iowa for 3eb last night at a casino... and i lost my band afterwards. stephan jenkins scooped me up and said "it's cool just hang with us." so i partyed with them for most of the night until...... i blacked out. i woke up fully clothed in a f*king trailor park. the guy who lived in the trailor worked at the holiday inn. he said he found me wrapped up in a table cloth passed out on an 8ft table inside a banquet hall. he was changing the cloths for a wedding reception so i had to move. after that i was passed out on the floor of the lobby with one leg up on a couch. they were about to call the police... so he took me at the end of his shift. i awoke this morning well rested and soooooooooooooo confused. i dont even remember going to the holiday inn. i saw him and yelled at em, "who the f*k are you!!??" then... "did you f*king touch me!!??" then he gave me the run down of how he saved me. (see above) so then i called a taxi and went back to nebraska with the coolest driver of all time. it was a ride of confusion... and shame... this tour has been so crazy. it's the f*king time of my life. i love you and wish you were here. but you're not.. and that means i have to party even harder in the name of erica cleaver
if it makes you wanna dance...