From the doorstep you can see the Russian Tea Room…

Good Morning…

Philadelphia means one thing, and one thing only. CHEESE STEAKS!!!

I did not buy a sandwich from Subway. If you are in Boise or Bozman or that truck stop in Southern Oregon you can go to Subway, but if you are on South Street, I would walk 1 extra block and go somewhere else. Provolone, Onions and Peppers.

Mushrooms and Onions with Provolone.

It often seems hard for people to understand that this is a job, and that it isn’t like I just sit around and have a good time watching shows every night. Except that kind of is what this tour is like. The band can take great care of themselves and they are so much fun to watch every night. I am blessed.

Drinking this wine is a blessing. HOLY CRAP. Sparkling red wine, I am shouting it from the roof tops, DRINK THEM SHITS.

I really think I am about 90% better. You have to admit, dude is funny.

THIS IS MY DAD. IT IS HIS BIRTHDAY.

Big ups to all my dogs donating to the Obama campaign!

I mean I am assuming this is Pepe, but I can’t be sure.