Bartering with Lucy Daggar: Rootbeer parlays our room and board for a small pile of balloon animals and weapons.I believe our road crew bartered sausages for tent space. Clowny Pirates boarding Pirate-y clowns Poifect!
I love the way my bike looks the day after a show.
John Bageant woke us up with the smell of hot coffee and hot pancakes! WOW! He fed us, watered us , made sure we were bathroomed and groomed then stood on his couch and yelled "OK all clowns, dogs, giant roaches and other assorted weirdos get the hell out of my house!" as he fired a musket at the ceiling. Mortar fell from above ruining his bowl of Capt'n Crunch...J.B. ate it anyway.
We ran out the door and about an hour or two later finaly made our getaway.
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