Okay, we’ve been back for a couple weeks, the boys played a show April third at Berbati’s. John took a two part crowd shot: The School Of Rock opened up for them, you ever seen those kids? Pretty damn amazing… Anywho, the question I have been asked the most since getting home is “Glad to be back?” to which I usually reply something along the lines of “Oh yeah, that was a long one” or some crappy canned response similar to that, and it’s true, I am glad to be home—sorta. No one can deny there is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed (with or without your girlfriend/boyfriend) but this whole “work” thing is for the birds. I would rather make ten bucks a day and come home smelling like a bum fart than make four times that (you read that right, up to FORTY dollars) a night and come home smelling like someone else’s dinner. Besides that, I am really trying to get in the habit of writing more and nothing gets the juices flowing like the road, while nothing can suck them straight out o...