Seriously.

We are here at this camp in the butt crack of Missouri. It has been quite a ride already. It all started out when Bush decided it would be a great idea to not shower for what had to be at least a week before making the long drive in the heat of summer. Either he was used to the smell or has no sense of it left. It is foul. I swear I thought I was going to puke at least twice during sound check and it is a big stage. Speaking of puking… They totally screwed up our writer. I don’t know what kind of “standards” they have here but they are obviously low. We ask for quality (better than Schlitz) beer to be waiting for us, cold. We get here and there is a case of moderately chilled Milwaukee’s Best. Why don’t you just leave us some pabst too??? And dude… The girs here are some of the ugliest I have seen at a camp in a long time. I don’t know if it has anyhting to do with us being in a remote part of the ozarks, but, damn.

A. I.