Back to dreaming about aliens.

So over the  last few days we were absolutely spoiled. Our old wooden bus (nickname: George Washington) had to be left in the shop for 4 days to have the engine block repaired. So we ended up cruising in quite possibly the nicest bus we have ever lived in. But now those days of living lavishly are behind us and we are back in the real world. Back to the realm where everyone personal belongings are strewn about because good ol' George Washington doesn't have storage space.  So now I sit here between 2 24 packs of miller light and a box filled with 2 gatorades, 8 diet cokes, a bottle of hot sauce, and a stack of drum heads. Life definitely just got hard again. Anger is the only emotion I feel now and it may be the only emotion I will be feeling for the remainder of my days. Last night I almost got in a fight with 2 chicks in dresses because i asked them if they were coming home from the prom and they responded with "no asshole, do we look 18?" which i promptly responded "no you definitely dont and learn how to take a joke you haggard, cranky, bitch." I was quickly removed from the situation and the night was put to an end. The night before that, I had to beg and plead to the ft lauderdale police about how they should not arrest me because when I pushed over a sign, I did not do it with malice and that I had not broken or even damaged the sign. They crudely reprimanded me and I was able to go to bed which was all I wanted to do at that moment. The night before that I had the opportunity to hang out with some great friends in Atlanta. They brought me to a rave, I made my best attempt at "glow stick dancing" and then put her to bed.  LIFE IS GRAND!!!!