I looked at the clock: only five hours before the first day of middle school. My bedroom was quiet, the only sounds were calm voices from the radio. At some point in the night I had turned it on, and found an interview with Dave Grohl, the lead singer of the Foo Fighters.
I don't remember what they said, only a couple songs he played. Dave with an acoustic guitar, on the other end of a shotgun mic. If everything could ever feel this real forever, spinning in the darkness next to my bed. I listened for hours, if that's possible. And when I woke up, I put on my backpack and went to school.
I'll need to be up soon, to clean the bathroom and pack the car. I play Sacramento tonight, then drive to a cheap hotel-casino in Reno. Pictures soon, thanks for coming along for the ride.