World Famous In San Francisco

My hilarious (and super straight) childhood friend recently wrote me about life on the road. I don't know about you, but I think this blog is getting too faggy. So this is to balance it out. Enjoy!

"tour was the shit! we'd wake up at a myspace fan's house at 10am and bounce to the next city. get there at 1pm, print flyers at kinko's, go to the mall and promote and meet chicks (sometimes we'd even bring hotties straight from mall to show!). we booked all the shows and picked the bands so all the bands kinda kissed up to us - plus we're sponsored by (brand omitted) energy drinks w/ 36 freaking cases to drink / hand out so we made lots of friends and we seemed like a major band. we met some pretty sick touring bands, drank a lot of booze, made lots of new fans, got in w/ cool venues and bookers (which i can hook you up with if you plan to go on tour), and i got lots of action from hot girly fans.

when we shoved off we were given $300 cash from (brand omitted), a surf clothing company. We spent that on gas and brought in about $60 / show on average. We played 12 shows in 14 days and at the end of it, we were very happy to break even. our singer is so pessimistic though, we had to kick him out. he's also not good enough to act like a jerk but he thinks he's great so we're picking up someone younger, better looking and better at singing b/c we're trying to make it big!"