I'm in Gainesville, Florida. But I'm not supposed to be. But, then again, vans with 40,000 miles on them shouldn't have transmissions that die, either.

I'm in Gainesville, Florida. But I'm not supposed to be. But, then again, vans with 40,000 miles on them shouldn't have transmissions that die, either.

Stu and I are stuck at a Days Inn waiting the morning. The morning will be filled with the joy of talking to a car dealership. I am really worried about the warranty not falling through for some reason that only the dealership could know about once we arrive. We will see.

On the up side of things, Kenny, David, and our merch guy (and awesome friend!) Steven were able to hitch a ride with the Reign Of Kindo to the show tonight in Tampa. It's an acoustic set for us and it's tough not being able to play when I really want to.

It could be worse, though. We could have rolled and totalled our van in ice again. We could have scooted 24 hours straight at 20 m.p.h. to get to a dealership again. We could have had $10,000 stolen again. The list goes on. But the moral of the story is that we have been through much worse, and now that I'm at the very wise and mature age of 21 (almost old enough to grow facial hair...), I have learned I have to take things for what they are worth. Our van is busted, I don't get to play and I can't really do anything about it at this moment. Not until the morning.

As for now, I will study our "Warranty and Owner Assistance Information" booklet so I can sleep better tonight.



We have 8 shows left in our tour, and less than 2 weeks until we are home. I have been gone over a month and my body is weary. I find myself being unable to lift our gear as easily as I used to and I constantly feel like I'm inches away from some form of sickness. When you get sick on tour, you don't feel better until you get home. That's just how it goes.

As pessimistic as I may sound, I have some excellent news. We are in the land of Waffle House and Wal-Mart. When I'm home, Wal-Mart is just Wal-mart. But when I am on tour Wal-mart becomes the kingdom of all that is good and purchasable. Cheap, big and open 24 hours. And Waffle House. Cheap, not big and open 24 hours. Enough said. They are what makes the South gold and it actually gives us something to look forward to besides sleep after the show.

I was hoping to possibly jump into the ocean here in Florida, as it is tradition for DLD. I'm not sure if that can happen at this point, but I'm crossing my fingers.

I've been thinking about tour a lot lately and what it means to me. I find myself feeling like I have to do this and I have to do that. This may sound cliche, but I feel as if I really need to start thinking about the things I get to do. I get to tour. And even though it may be difficult at times, that's just life.

I have learned so much about life on the road. I feel so prepared for seemingly infinite situations in life and sticky situations don't even cause me to panic anymore. With that said, I have much more to learn. I hope I learn it all on the road, because it's really what I get the most satisfaction from. I simply can't imagine working at a coffee shop or something right now. And who knows, maybe that will be the case one day, and it could be out of my hands, but I'm certainly going to do everything I can to make that not the case.

I hope I wasn't too negative for you. I hope our van gets fixed. I also hope we don't loose $4000 in the process. We shall see.

Thank you Florida for sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. And thanks for oranges; I'll hit those up real soon. Go 'Gators?