After a hard round of goodbyes in Portland we teleported to Spokane Wash to play a show and do some Cokane in Spokane. (Just kidding mom!)
The show was DownAsFuck - we played in a burrito shop and got free burritos, which is better than winning the lottery. In Portland we played in a church, and the next night in a burrito store. We were winning life.
Spokane was cool enough, and we met some really great people (Thanks Chris and Angela for the place to stay and good ass vibes!). I will say though, being spit on and yelled at by a crazy woman who dressed like a man-child-rap-star-wanna-be was kinda dumb...
Angela bought a shirt!
AND ALSO! We got to see! //MARCUS //TANYA //MAKENSIE //RACHEL on their way to Portland. THANKS FOR COMING YO! We'll miss you Marcus.
The next morning we woke up and time traveled to Missoula Montana. Let me tell you something right now: FUCK YES MISSOULA!
We played at an incredible art space called ZACC. First, The Keys Knees. Next, Mumford's. Mumford's are assassin's. A murder posse. Their guns are hearts. Their victim is America.
Then we played and it was a miracle.
Also a band called Goddamnit Boyhowdy played and killed souls. They called them selves Rez Punk, because they're Native Americans who play punk with the fury of God.
In the end: tonight. forever.
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