New Mexico

I'm at the public library in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Wait.... what?

Oh, yeah...

I'm playing a gig at a ranch

in Gallup, NM and I've got

some time to kill so I figured

I'd stop by and check some email.

oh.

Wait.. what?

I have a gig, at a ranch,

in New Mexico.  What's so

weird about that?

I don't know where I am,

who I'm playing for,

or what its going to be like.

I think it's outside,

and I think I have

a place to sleep.

But to be honest,

I really have no idea.

The gig was set up as

a private party for

a cool guy named Brandon,

you can call him Shaggy.

He used to live in Michigan

and come to shows in Grand Rapids.

I think I got that right.

Now he works in New Mexico,

on a ranch, and he decided to fly 

me down for a gig.

Why not?

He bought me plane tickets,

it's a shitload of travel.

I left the house this morning

at 8 am, landed, now I have

to wait for the train to

take me to Gallup. Arriving at 7 pm.

On the way back,

I leave Gallup at 8:30 am,

train it to Albuquerque,

fly to Dallas, Texas,

wait for an hour,

fly to Chicago to arrive

at 8:30 pm.

Holy shit thats a lot of travel.

It's amazing, really.

Almost 24 hours of total transit

time to come to a ranch in the desert

for a gig.  One gig.

Albuquerque is cool,

I'd like to get some Mexican food

while I'm here, I hear its fantastic.

The people here speak very slowly.

I'm hoping to find some peyote.

Chicago in Winter is snowy,

Excuse me, I must be going.

-p