i stink of cigarettes. last night’s cigarettes.
apparently, Jacksonville, Florida and many of it’s citizens still find indoor smoking absolutely adorable.
meanwhile, me, my guitar and my van smell like an ashtray that hasn’t been emptied in 2 years.
nevertheless, i really enjoyed the gig i play last night. despite the stage and sound system and lighting set up, the venue itself didn’t really feel like it was a live music venue. at least not live acoustic music.
the place was crowded and everyone was in full cheap PRB mode which isn’t something that insults or annoys me all that much. since starting on this long, sometimes tedious road of performing alone many many years back, i’ve gotten accustomed and pretty damned good at handling whatever venue/crowd situation whatever city/country throws my way. last night’s drunks were all warm and friendly and, had i been in the mood to go hang out or eat or even get laid after the set, the odds were definitely in my favor.
instead, i toweled off in the darkness of my van sanctuary, stashed away the money i pocketed and got my sore, tired and cig-stenchy old ass back on the road, this time, to South Carolina.
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