Well, Chino's is over and I realize I've been in Mippilliss for over four years now, working at the Hard Times for two and a half of those. It's fucking madness. I've never lived anywhere for even a year at a time, and certainly never held a job for more than a few months. My previous record was nine months maybe at the porn store in Albequerque, living at the Premier Crack Motel for a hundred dollars a week. But even that was pushing it.
So here I go again. Off into the miserable West. I'm meeting LJ in San Fuckpsycho on the twentieth or so of July and after a few days there to rest up (Jenny's flying in from Australia), we're gonna head north and then in. Anybody who's gonna be in our path should get ready or watch the fuck out, yo.
Our plan, subject to total change at any time for any reason is- I think: SF>NoCal(to see Lisa K.)>Seattle>B'ham>and then who knows?. But we want to hit Montana to visit the Captain and a friend of mine from back East. Anyne remember Corinne? She's moving out to HAwaii to get married to her new army boy sweet heart, but she'll be around Missoula in early August. We also need to go to Boulder to see my Mom. And I'd like to hit Reno, and everyone in it with a stick. :). But after B'ham I don't know what order or when we're doing all that. Plus, Jenny hasn't really chipped in where she wants to go, so there's always a chance that we'll be coming to your town soon.
Everybody on that route, or with in a thousand miles of it (west of the Big River, please) who wants in on this garaunteed fun-time extraveganza should get in touch with either me or Jenny as soon as possible.
Thanks and love ya-

Sean Greenpain Dogteeth