gus bowman is scared of me. he is scared of his life around me, and the physical damage i could do to him. he will not admit it, but in a 20 mintute fight he gave up and walked away.
my diary was destroyed by the greedyness, immaturity, selfishness, and retardation that is the dirty 6. i will never write in it again, and the plans i had made for the entire tour will never surface and no one will know the amazingness that was THE DIARY.
earlier today i had a christmas tree thrown at my chest, followed by four phone books. i have bruises on my chest already, and i'm not excited about how i will feel tomorrow.
klint, "im not trying to become rich miles."
today was the first day we didn't eat at del taco, and it was awesome. i hate del taco. porky pig is the best costume i have ever seen, and im happy to know that i will see it again.
blam has been insulting everyone we've stayed with and craig and i have to keep apologizing for him. right now we are staying with kat and he punched her twice. makes for awkward moments.
today our van was attacked by little kids and was covered urine, records, trash, spit, and food. craig chased them off with a rock, while i yelled at them in german and french for a while. blam and i both agree that i am our favorite band member of forced forward.
sketo still looks like a toad. bradley hates everyone now and has been dropping the "n bomb" nonstop. what the fuck. i don't feel safe anymore. my health (both mentally and physically) is deminishing.
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