i'm up to my eyeballs in girls but the only one i really want is 2388 miles away
for the last week i've been hanging out in what is probably the last hobo camp in america.

the newest employee at my work, the dishwasher, is pre-pubescent.

i witnessed (and aided and abetted) an old lady tear down an american flag.

i've been writing. i made six pages of notes on jared hoft's character sketch alone.

i have saved up around $800.

i haven't been performing but i've been recording.

my grant from the ministry of education in spain got accepted. i'm going to madrid to teach in october. 634 euros a month, 12 hours of work a week.

i'll leave the bay area behind in about a week: the friends i've made, the songs i've sang, and the places i've come to call home for the last three months. i'm headed to eugene, oregon, to visit meizlish & mccartney, hippies at law. i'll spend about a week there and then i'll roll across to chicago and empty a bottle or two and sing a few songs with my boys there. and whaddaya know? cincinnati 'round the 26th; we ALL know what goes down in the big nasty. i'll tell y'all tells that'll make you bust with pride, blush with shame, you'll get sick from envy, get thankful it wasn't you, and get toe cramps from all the sexual innuendo.

'til then. love and rockets, young 'uns.