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Oh those Blahs


My show is ending this week and I have started a new one. Changes... in a bit of a blah spot. Oh those blahs. Just living in it and learning from it.

And men... I am one of them, but I swear that sometimes I do not speak the language, especially that of the gays. It is always a mystery to me. Yikes.

I have been fatigued from touring and my road trips and have finally slept enough to reinvigorate the senses. I feel as though I have been living in an automobile the past few weeks. Oh wait, I have. There are certainly worse things, but I am looking forward to playing out in the lovely weather and dancing about like a nutty little spider monkey. Winks.

Dustin

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