Monday, September 13th, 2010

End: Day one.

I feel like hammered shit. The carpet they use, I swear, is thinner than the rice paper Caine had to cross to leave the temple. I’ve been in more pain, but a GSW was involved.

Plan, tomorrow, is to tie a pillow to each foot; additionally, I intend to get a cheap bottle of generic Aleve and mash it and some Jack Daniels into a paste, which I will be spreading on my feet like peanut butter prior to putting on my socks. If all else fails I will sacrifice a goat and wrap his entrails around my toes for cushioning. Fourteen hours on daned-near bare concrete in dress shoes is teh suxxors.

Day one

of six. By the time this publishes I’ll be on my way to the first day of the show.

The carpet this year is not nearly as plush, nor the seats so comfortable

My feet can already feel the pain. By saturday I’ll be on fire.