We are literal U-Haul lesbians now. Although after this much time, it's not like we're jumping into anything hastily. And no, we didn't crash the truck. It's a poetic metaphor for how fucked out everybody is feeling after moving a mountain. And the funny thing is, we still have a few more stray things to go. Yeah, I'm cracking up.Special thanks must be given to
me and my arrow, plus their friend Shaggy,
a great band from San Francisco and one of the nicest bunch of kids around.
These chil'rens played a show and then came over to the new house the next morning
just in time to unload our large u-haul. In like 5 seconds they had the whole thing empty, I was like, whoa, oh to be 25 ish again.
Anyway, yeah, not to keep harping on it, but moving is a bitch.
