Again Hotel Life Again

Day 1.
I call this one “again hotel life again”.

The two things that make this really mean something to me are the Grateful Dead shirt and the Star Wars pillowcase.  I’ve carried that fucker around for years. Through airports.   Across continents.  It helps me sleep.

Then, of course, perfectly three  – or more likely four (but definitely not five) – star stylings are a hugely repetitive part of my life too.  Not only of my life but of all touring rock bands who are good enough to achieve international travel and accommodations paid for by the promoter.

Nice.

I think I’m going through a phase in my life right now where I’m really appreciating how cool all the little details are and not really sweating too much of the negative shit.   If it persists til the end of this tour I’m pretty sure I will not be bummed…. But then again I’m pretty drunk right now.

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