I don't know what what was going on last night, but as I drove from Augusta back home to Atlanta after the gig, there were dear everywhere on the side of the interstate. Usually there are a few, but it seemed last night that they were every half mile or so. What was going on in Dear Land? I wonder if the had their own sort of Wingstock? I mean to dear get together at the side of the road for parties and such.
OH well, at least I made it home without hitting one.
Last nights gig went well. It was Augusta's Wingstock so the place was packed. They dug the Fox. And the Fox was diggin' them back.
Still haven't had a chance to see Borat yet, but I may go see it today. I'm trying to get Rolo to go see it with me.
later,
OJJ
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