Well, we’re doing it again! The tour’s all booked up, we’ve all packed a couple shirts and pairs of socks, got the frisbee and the road atlas and we’re making our way out west. This will be the longest tour we’ve been on so far… and the busiest. With 26 gigs in 30 days, we’ve got a lot of work on our hands. The further we get from home, the more the reality is sinking in… this is the new life, for now. We’ll probably start to get really weird in another week or so. I guess our friends back home will be the gauge of that upon our return. As we’re seeing new areas of the country and meeting new people, we’re also forging memories together. But in the end… isn’t that all we’re ever doing? For what else do we really have, in the end, to prove that we even existed?