We all now made it back to the USofA safely.
Memories of highway strips, good beer and better people fight for space in our tired skulls.
Its cold back here.
Most of the leaves are down.
Feels like... New England.
We got more or less kicked out of our practice space by the person that runs the space we have played at for awhile now.
So we need a place to finish writing this record, which will begin recording February 1.
Working on it!