May 20th, 2005.
Ok, wait. What is this? It’s like… rush hour… but… in the morning…? Oh yeah, I remember this shit. We’re leaving Wilmington at the ungodly hour of 9am. I can
October 17th, 2004.
Gigs really swing up and down for us, and… what can I say? Good thing we were getting paid at Costello’s. It’s such a weird bar in the first place
August 8th, 2004.
Not much to say, really. It’s 1am, and we’ve got to be out of the city by eight. Tonight I’ve been hit on by three men, two flaming guys have
August 4th, 2004.
Yesterday, Deanne took us out on her boat. I must admit, I’ve been horribly jealous of all of our out-of-state singer/songwriter friends – they come to Maryland and someone takes