West Indian Girl

Dallas and the Irish

today we’re in texas and today is st patrick’s day. i should know who st patrick is but i dont…i was raised catholic for christ’s sake. um, mom, i’m sorry i wasnt really paying attention at church. can you blame me though? i could never concentrate cos there was always an old man dressed in drag speaking in latin that kept distracting me…oh wait, that was the priest. well, speaking of church and state, let’s talk about the republic of texas. i really didnt see any hot chicks at any of the truck stops we ended up hanging out in…go figure. driving thru texas absolutely sucks. at one point i wanted to get out of the van and smash it with a sledge hammer. on friday morning we picked up the rest of the band at the airport and that is where i snapped the rare photo of tony actually smiling. troy told me he thought tony was the best road dog he has ever been around and that meant a lot. i’m pretty proud of tone –no barking or anything….just chill