Arrival At Figge's

It took an hour to figure out how to use this f'n thing! Wrong email address being the damned problem.

Sitting at Adam Figge's homestead with Jessica Irvin surrounded by six years worth of madness.

Statues of Liberty masked in white, looks like a good months worth of leftover drinks all over the floor but I'm sure it was just a single solid night.

I am sitting on a couch that looks like it could easily have been hoisted from Adam's grandmother's house. The keyboard and mouse are wireless and the monitor is sitting on a TV stand in front of the couch. It can easily be turned on with a set of pincher grabber arm things.

Anytime I grab anything in this room I knock something over and hear clinks of cans.

Passing this to my right.

Peace,
Joey Rabone

Frank is wandering around this house looking very confused. I think he is extremely mad - no car sickness tho, that's a good thing. The two ladies that are here...are saying there's going to be another cat. Frank won't like that at all. I think she's pregnant. It kind of freaks me out that Adam is living with a pregnant lady. Is it his baby!?

Who knows...there's never anything estimatable about Adam Figge. I'm kind of at a delirious stage. Driving all day today, tomorrow and the rest of the week. I hope Adam doesn't mind Frank looking around his room. Because it is happening whether he likes it or not.

Leaving this morning was harder than I imagined it to be. Off and out to LA.

See you in Colby, KS

JI

I'm sure we will put Adam or Laura up to writing a blog later.

brake