Forgot that I had pre-set this, so the awesome sunset I shot while loading the gear into Hooligan's turned out like crap.
A ritual at every Bliss show, Chrissy leads a toast (the birds) to our missing member Rikk. See you soon, brother! 
U-Haul was out of pickups, so I had to rent a 17' box truck. The first one puked coolant all over my driveway so I had to take it back for a replacement.
This is truck 2, which was much newer and everything about it worked better from the motor and transmission to the suspension and seats and AC and steering--that first one was a piece of crap.
Only problem was that it wouldn't fit anywhere near my garage so simply hooking-up our trailer wasn't an option.
I had to drag all our shit out of the trailer and up the ramp by myself.
And I'll have to do it again in reverse because I made sure to reserve a pick-up for tomorrow to save the band money.
I'm wiped out.
And the tip jar scored exactly $0.00 tonight--not even a fucking quarter--so I'm very disappointed in the audience tonight.
"But we sang along and got Chrissy hammered!"
Fuck that shit--how about we concentrate on what's important?
Your chance at redemption is Saturday June 13th at The Revolution Room on Broadway 1 mile inside Loop 410.
Try to advance as a species, BlissTards.
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