so why am i the only one who has left things behind? adding the to 'sport-chamois' towel and notebook/accounting ledger i left in boston, i seem to have absent-mindedly donated the camera upload cord-thingy in our new orleans hotel room. they are graciously mailing it to our las vegas destination as this goes out to you, but in the meantime, these are the last images you will see for a while:
me and marie, proprietress of the nashville rock and roll hotel. we're much happier than we look, honest.
ever wondered what tuscaloosa looks like? now you can die happy.
rock star manicure, or an explanation why aaron gets blood on everybody's guitars
mississippi vanishing point
hang a right at the what?
in from houston, liz and lance.
"being in the military is just like the department of transportation, but with guns."
the richest people in the french quarter: the impound lot. sorry, but we didn't kill em, T-bone.
you know you're in the tropics when...
j.c. doing his best wizard of oz
post-gumbo crab-carnage
98 bucks a night, 2 huge beds, top floor, just one block off bourbon street, but quiet!
there are a lot more people in these cities than in the living ones.
oh and lastly, i'm $28 off in my accounting versus the cash we have on hand. who trusted me with this?
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