Friday, March 16, 9:00 a.m.
I wake up to the above photo.
This tour feels more than three days old.
Outside, the morning is overcast but refreshing. While my bandmates sleep, I do push-ups and yoga in the backyard; Treasure MammaL teaches you not to give a fuck in public. I reflect on the poor (great?) decisions of last night, each push-up a form of repentance and a celebration of being alive.
A funeral procession drives past J.'s house. I remember that not everyone is getting paid to party this week.