I’m hanging out in a room at Journey, smoking an odd cigar shaped thing. I walk out to the driveway and it’s 30700. I go across the driveway and talk about the no smoking policy.
I’m in a hotel, in the elevator in a tux. There’s a dead body and I walk out of the lobby.
I’m getting ready to go on tour with Prince?-getting my rig set up.
I’m up in the truck for a tour, looking for something among the rigging. Walk around to the bus.
My exciting life, this place