it's me, scott.

heath's phone is ringing right now. and he is ignoring it. apparently his dreams of strange guys playing guitar in our hotel room are more intriguing right now.

(im in st. louis, by the way! we are in a hotel next to the fbi building. i feel very secure.)

last night i stayed in a little town called "springfield, illinois". NEVER EVER GO to springfield, illinois, dear internet! it is the stupidest town in the world. i asked three different people for a decent bar to go to, and the first place i went to served budweiser and busch beer, and ONLY budweiser and busch beer. and the locals gave me strange looks, and the bartedner snorted when i asked "do you have newcastle?". and, even better, the second bar i went to was full of underage girls dancing to some band that played covers of songs like "johnny b goode". some kids kept trying to get me to buy beer for them, but they wanted me to pay! what-ever.

either tonight or tomorrow night, we're going to see some band with "spankers" in their name. this makes me very uncomfortable. i'm not really sure why.

yeah. i don't have anything else to say. oh well.

love,
scott.