"This paper is your skin,
this ink is my blood,
I'm pressing on my pen."
-Jules Et Jim

April 13th - 2:50AM. Saint Augustine, FL.
Started the day off with a big breakfast. Tofu scramble with fresh cut kale from our garden, soy sausage, toast, coffee. We ate while watching a collection of Danzig music videos. "She Rides" has to be one of the greatest music videos ever made. And then there's all the behind the scenes footage in between the videos. Glenn Danzig slamming a box of milk duds before going back out onstage for an encore, amazing. He tries so hard to look tough and evil, but it's just so obvious that he's just a big comic book collecting nerd from Jersey.
Later we washed the car, inside and out, worked on the garden, cleaned up around the house. Then we went to the beach, sat in the sand, split a tomato sandwich, stared up and down the coast. I have a couple of days at home between the tour I leave on tomorrow and the Australia tour; it should be hot enough then to really appreciate a swim in the ocean, I'm looking forward to it.
We had talked about going out for dinner but ended up eating at home. WHile Heather made pasta I packed. We ate dinner while watching the recent remake of "The Day The Earth Stood Still", followed by the original "Amityville Horror". We have another doctors appointment tomorrow, we should be able to hear our babies heartbeat.

April 13th - 7:00PM. Driving To Savannah, GA.
One hundred and twenty three miles to Savannah. Sitting on the front bench seat behind Warren riding shotgun, Andrew driving. I'm looking forward to the 24 hour gym at the hotel tonight.

April 14th - 1:14AM. Savannah, GA.
I left my journal open on the table in the hotel room when I went down to Jordan's room to get my forgotten van keys; did Andrew read it? I hate feeling like I have to censor myself in my journal out of fear that someone might read it. If Andrew didn't read my journal it's a testament to his character, it's a credit to his parents.

April 14th - 3:11AM. Savannah, GA.
Bedtime. Worry about everything tomorrow.

April 15th - 2:58AM. Greenville, SC.
I've become repulsed by the idea of my own body hair.
I'm not sure what to make of tonights show, it started off strong but then it fizzled. I'm not sure why.

April 15th - 12:52PM. Driving.
Andrew and Jordan are singing made up songs about the stimulation of their anus', in the front of the van.

April 16th - 2:37AM. Raleigh, NC.
Tripped up on a couple of lyrics tonight. I don't remember what I was thinking about but it wasn't the song. I have deep wrinkles developing under my eyes.

April 17th - 1:28AM. Driving.
That's what Anarchy means to the Anarchists, that's the extent of their revolution, a shit filled diaper left on the windshield of our van. Something about being a "sellout" written on it.

April 17th - 9:55AM. Driving.
I feel nauseous from drinks last night. Every bump in the road makes it worse. I got tattoo'd by Jay Chastain yesterday in Asheville, the word "HOWL" across the knuckles on my right hand. I'm hoping there's no problem with it healing up, being on the road and all.
Ian, our manager came to the show last night. I don't like the way any of us act when he's around, myself included. It seems so forced, so fake.

April 18th - 11:54AM. Driving to Virginia Beach, VA.
Ian gave me a copy of the new Dylan record, I'm listening now as I write; it's good. I love how weathered his voice has grown.

April 19th - 12:30AM. Driving To Hotel.
The show had already started, I had been hanging out in the van by myself writing, playing guitar. I decided to go in and check out the scene, watch some of the local opener. Standing just past the two people taking tickets at the door was a group of security guards. I walked up to them, being that they were unavoidable to walk into if going into the show, and met face to face for a moment with a young female security guard. As I started to look down at my ringing cell phone the girl fell over backwards. With a slap her head slammed into the ground, she began convulsing. She was having a seizure. It took me a second to realize what was happening, I thought it was a joke at first. Not knowing what to do I stood there watching as the other security guards scrambled. It was yelled out for someone to call 911, and phones were picked up as if the number was called, although no ambulance ever came. With a short haired, stout, female security guard kneeling down beside her the girl came to. The slowly moved her into a chair, gave her a coca-cola. I asked her if she was okay. She seemed dazed. That was the first time I've ever seen someone have a seizure. I felt helpless.

April 20th - 5:31PM. Nashville, TN. Day off.
Applebee's was my best option for food, so here I sit, waiting for a waitress to place my order with. I have time to kill. My laundry spinning away in the washing machine of the neighboring hotel to ours. We are staying at a Hyatt Place hotel, despite not having guest laundry it is my favourite type of chain hotel to stay in. I spent the morning wandering around the outlet mall right next door to the Grand Old Opry, down the street from our hotel. I did some shopping, clothes, a new suitcase. I prefer to be by myself most of the time, unless with Heather.

April 21st - 5:07AM. Nashville, TN.
If no one ever came to get me, would I ever leave this hotel room?

"She wore a black dress with a transparent lace yoke - the crescent of her chemise could be seen through it - from the lower edge of which the silk hung down in a finely cut frill."
-Pg. 3-
"The Complete Stories"
"Description Of A Struggle"
Franz Kafka

April 22nd - 2:38AM. Nashville, TN.
Our child can make a fist, it can suck it's thumb. His or her skull and bones are solidifying, soon it will have ribs. Intestines are in the right place, vocal chords ready to wail. 13 weeks old.