Here's to progress

Well, today is the second day of our long quest to D.C. in search of inspiration. Normally we would take such trips as a whole band, but regrettably our founder and drummer, Prison Dave, was unable to accompany us. Anyway, we've arrived at our first hotel after almost 25 hours of straight driving, survivable only because of intermittent rendezvous with various questionable meats of various questionable genders. The place is nice, not quite the dive you'd expect out of such a rough area, but it is shady. Very shady. Anyway, almost immediately after arrival we had a burst of creativity. Tromping down to a local shady gas station, under the protection of Doug "Bear Hands" Moe, a law enforcement officer of the highest caliber, we dropped a few Washingtons on some composition notebooks and bad-ass bandanas that just screamed mug me. Unfortunately, they were essential to the creative writing progress. We then returned to the hotel and sat indian-style above the grand parlour of our temporary housing. We made awesome lyrics. Hopefully with another such break-out session we'll have enough material to actually show you. Right now, be satisfied with a teaser: the title is "You're Invited to Tea with a Gigolo." Peace out.