Mar 9: Savannah, GA!

We went to Savannah! This happened!

Here's our badd ass shit.

We taped our little PA to a chair. I love stuff like this.

Then we played some songs to a few people.

After words we crashed at a dudes house.

HERE COMES A RANT!!

It's important that you imagine the following being spoken from a Dom who is making the face below (see picture). You see, there needs to be a sweetening to the bitter memories.

We are a band that rolls deep, but we choose to roll deep in deepness of our choosing, and, on occasion, sometimes we stumble into a deepness in which to roll that we are not partial to. Sometimes the sweet escape of sleep will not come, and I get FUCKING PISSED! Sometimes one encounters a person who... has seemingly given up on living for the sake of living. Sometimes that person retreats into an abyss of drunk and high that they never emerge from, letting their wrists atrophy and their heart and soul crumble and fade. We found one and I cannot be sure if he even remembers that he met us, or that we slept on his couches.

THE PROBLEM IS: that he was very nice to us, and let us sleep on his couches. But the thing is, he was too wasted to even know what was going on. He was a person who was incapable of taking care of himself. Really I suppose it was a saddening encounter, but how can one not feel anger at the viewing of a life such wasted.

Alas, life can be a silly beast. We move in waves of sadness and happiness, failure and success, and how we let them wash over us or ride them can determine our circumstance perhaps more than we would like to admit. This night might have been hard, but we are big people, or we at least try to be. And while we may complain for the sake of venting (as vague as it may be) to friends and family, we to hold love in our hearts, because in the biggest sense, we are so very fortunate. I think this photo is telling of this.