Baltimore

After Philly, it was straight Baltimore. Before I go into that, I'd like to share a photo that got left out of the Philly batch:

Wow, I sure wish I was the King of Jeans.

I watched Door's cat, Cat, eat a rat. That's the head. She was about to really go for it and eat everything but one eyeball. Welcome to Baltimore.

I had a lot of time to kill, so I worked on some CDs. I know what you're thinking...'C-WHATS?!' I ran out of tapes, good people. It wouldn't kill you to load this thing on that laptop of yours and listen to it on the iPod I know you have!

This guy's set was really rad. He had a briefcase out of a briefcase and played some sloshy, fuzzed-out half-ass techno tape jams. I think it might have been an accident.

The bathroom of America has a door with grateful dead bears and a peep hole. Damn hippies.

And wow! They have an entertainment system just like the one they buy with Mrs. Sturak's dough in 'Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead!' I got to watch The Crow and Bad Lieutenant: Port of New Orleans.

Daniel.

Little America and God keeping my feet warm!