So as I told you earlier, the radiator in the van sprang a leak somewhere between the hotel and breakfast. You know, I never noticed but my ass looks great in those jeans. Don’t believe me? Take a closer look: It’s like a furry little peach. Don’t you just want to take a bite? But on a serious note why was John taking pictures of my ass crack? And why is every crowd shot completely out of focus but this photo is as clear as a mountain stream? A. Little. Bit. Creepy. Back to the van. At first we thought is was going to take at least a day before they could fix it, which meant one of two things: We would miss one, possibly two shows or I was going to be staying in Idaho Falls while the boys jumped in a rental car and borrowed gear from the other bands ‘till I could meet up with them down the road. Luckily, John found a guy on the other side of town with the part that we bribed with a hundred bucks to drop what he was doing and put in our radiator. Now the trouble was that is was 4:45, we...
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