May 28th, 2007.
It’s a morning. Friday night we had a tiny show at Mr. Toad’s Coffee Roasters in Cary , North Carolina – and saw a number of people that I hadn’t
March 3rd, 2007.
Heather and I are driving east on I-85 North, an oxymoron that I believe I’ve griped about before. I-85 is sort of like that kid in school who broke all
March 4th, 2006.
Sitting in Concord, NC. Dinner is slowly happening to a peice of pork in the kitchen, and Heather’s playing with the cat, and I’m realizing that I’ve truly been slacking