trail of dead meets new orleans
the show:
no flash, all blur, bright lights
once again, conrad is playing drums
they asked people to come up onstage. they did. then security said no, so they left.
but the other plebians have rejected him
so he's going to just sit here
after the show:
moab and kevin prove that they do drink alcohol
group shots are always interesting, right?
neil and i (my face has never done that before. i kinda hopes it never does it again.)
the last thing neil did before getting into the van
after all that and before i passed out:
john and i were forced to drink hand grenades. he didn't finish his.
a lot of it ended up on his shirt
before even more of it ended up on the floor of the bar
i don't know what was going on by this point
i know these are the people i came to new orleans with
and there is nothing wrong with two men hugging
the last thing i saw that night
