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*Here are some entries taken directly from my new purchased journal.

"I want to put somethin' in that backdoor"
- Fred Rogers
*one of the best things I've ever heard anyone, let alone Mr. Rogers say.

Florida sucks, it's dirty and sticky and they make old men work the night shift.

Atlanta, Georgia. Not as dirty as previous states. Everyone here is trying to find Nelly so they can go clubbin' with him. People like to honk and not stop for people. Dudes are scared to walk across the street.
*This show sucked, the only positive thing of the night was Avenged Sevenfold was playing upstairs, I don't like them as much after watching them.

Nashville, TN- Some girls peed in between our van and trailer, I threw pennies and banana peels at them, they didn't like it. I told them not to pee on our van. Chik-Fil-A is goodness in a bun with pickles. Sweet Tea is also one of the best things ever. The Slaughter House sounded like one of the coolest haunted houses ever, I didn't want to spend the money to go inside, nobody seemed very scared when they left. Tonight we had Number One Gun kereoke. Jeff was too sick to play the show, so some of our tourmates helped us out. It went over pretty well, I had a good time.

Plano, TX- Chris' ass went through the side window. Went through like a baseball goes through, I guess, a window. Last night was Number One Gun kereoke part 2. It was a lot more fun this time, everyone came onstage and sang with us. Tomorrow is Houston, this routing is stupid. We're right by Dallas, but we play Houston and then Dallas, backwards? Five shows left. If you're ever in the Plano, Texas Super 8, watch out for Blair Knight. You'll know him because he is the only guy that lives in the hotel that is missing his left leg, is a giant black guy, rolls around in a wheel chair and, if you look like me, will want to "party" with you. Yes. He rolled up to me, asked if I wanted his number. I said I would never use it, so he just jumped to the point, said room 104, I should come over and party. He said I could come to his room and he could show me some things and set things straight in about 40 minutes. I should bring a pen and paper and something to read we could set things straight. This incident took away a huge part of my innocence, I don't think I'll ever be the same, I may have nightmares tonight.

Texas- Ghostface Killa eats at Taco Bell. We ran into the Wu- Tang Legend, he gave us his number and said we should get together in the future and write some music. So I've decided to start writing a Linkin Park- esque album for the occasion. The venue left the Red Bull cooler open near our dressing room, so we took advantage of that. All the bands made up for the 20% merch fee in Red Bulls.