Dear Dry Ink,

Here’s my brief glimpse into my state of perpetual inebriation: What a ride so far. Opened for the Cramps in L.A. to a sea of people in the streets. Bled like a 9-11 stockbroker for that one. Got naked onstage in Chico, Cal. Not sure why, but there it was. Literally got paid in mushrooms and marijuana for the Humbolt County show (that definitely expanded the boundries of showmanship for a night or two). Then it was down to San Diego to hook-up with Flogging Molly for a legendary night of drink, dank and dance.
Just between you and me, I think those guys have a drinking problem.

Love you,
G.
P.S. A free punch in the neck for anyone who buys me a Guinnesss!

SLAINTE COONTS!