Sep26

Everybody Loves a Clown in Nawlins

 Everybody Loves a Clown in Nawlins

[Blogger's note: URB editors owe Melissa from Baltimore 5 dollars. She knew I was talking about Corbin Bleu from High School Musical. Push it, push it, to the limit, Oh yeaaaaaah!] [Editor's note: What the hell is Lucky doing watching High School Musical? He owes us $10 just for admitting that shit.]

New Orleans baby! It's our off day, yeeeeeeeee yeeeeeeeeee! What to do, what to do. What to do?! Hmmm, OK, we pulled up to the city and the vibe was a little tense. I think Reggie just got informed that he was gonna be dropping us off in Chocalate City and not rollin out on the tour with us. I taped a convo with him and Randy that I cannot disclose but I can say there was some cussin. I think it's all good now though. I gave Reggie some CDs and signed a poster made out to him cuz I like that doot. (I've never had a black driver before, I think it made me a little biased. And he reminded me of my uncles.)

I gave him some CDs, he was being cool last time I saw him before they took the bus away to load-in at the venue, Tipatina's.

This is wild business out here, we had to move all of our shit out of a Bus again cuz we are switching back to our old bus today or tonight after the show. This is the most I've moved in my whole life. No complaints though, it could be worse. I could be out on tour with Lyrics Born.

I stole the hotel luggage cart and I'm holding it hostage in my room until we check out. I have a substantial amount of luggage with me, i.e., my shoecase “suitcase” and my fatboy fold in half bag with the clothes on hangers. And the infamous LRG travel bag (they don't even make those, it's a prototype) and the Instant Replay Machine pelican case. No backpack cuz I ain't a backpacker, well….truth be told, I left my backpack at home.

I went up to the room and headed back downstairs to have a smoke. Oh shit, there's a sign across the street that says “laundry, food, bar.” Wow, New Orleans knows exactly what I need right now! The neighborhood we are in is a mixture of thugs, tourists, drunks and civilians. I went back upstairs to get my stankin ass dirty clothes and grabbed dough to wash clothes and eat.

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