May 23rd Pinehurst, North Carolina

Last Friday afternoon: “We have a show tonight in Pinehurst, NC.” “Pinehurst?.” “Yea, Pinehurst.” “Where we playing, a golf course?” “Maybe.”

Ty falls off the wagon.

Brother Reade deadly pest removal services.

Just come pick me up at Sheetz.

The sea will come to me.

No. We are not playing in a golf course.

This place poisoned me. With hot wings.

The sea will come to me.

This is the kind of place where magical shows happen.

Apparently the adjacent bar has something against stunting. Conspicuous dress code?

Magic about to happen.

Magician

A Sorcerer with his familiar.

Conjurer conjuring.

Those are called F-holes.

Every town that you have never really heard of is undoubtedly filled with really rad kids who are totally receptive and psyched to hear and learn about things they don’t know about already.

We know, because we were and are those kids.

Perhaps that makes us provincial.

Perhaps we don’t give a fuck.

Thanks pinehurst.