Griffin Writes

At twenty years old, neither girl was legally able to get into any bars. They knew of one bar, however, where the manager sometimes let it slide. The bar was co…

The cell phone alarm blared its shitty digital melody. Every time I hit snooze, it came back with exponential vengeance. The default Verizon ringtone was beginn…

Footsteps and rustling shattered my already delicate sleep. I had forgotten where I was. Eye wide open, everything pitch black and unfamiliar. Momentary confusi…

“Fuuuuuuuck.” My cell phone’s alarm rattled my ears like a thousand empty beer cans falling on concrete. I mashed at the keys to shut it up. The three …

Decent shut-eye the previous night made getting out of bed a bearable experience.  I hate mornings without exception. Being awake between the hours of 8am and …

The Knoxville’s show cancellation meant we had two extra days off in Atlanta before heading to Tallahassee. I use the term “days off” loosely because my c…

My heart raced as I gripped the steering wheel. Every few seconds my arms would jerk to correct the van’s path when the rain and wind pushed it off course. Bl…

Walking onto the bus for one last check before heading out to Athens, I was relieved to find that the Yuengling Light jokes had died down. Dave and Jeff were br…

I awoke on the couch in our Atlanta hotel room with a mild hangover, something I’ve become accustomed to in day to day life. Any hangover resulting from less …

I awoke on the couch at 8:15 the morning of the main leg's first show. Since I had a thousand things to do, I skipped breakfast to knock out some errands before…

After missing my flight for the first West Coast swing, I didn’t want to fuck around for the flight down to Atlanta. I made sure to check in online and showed…

The morning of the Seattle screening started much like the Portland screening, with Charlie's alarm going off. Within 20 minutes, we were both loading equipment…

It didn't take long for the crew to develop a nickname for me on tour. I am affectionately (at least that's what I tell myself) referred to as "The Canadian." D…

Charlie's alarm went off at 8:00 am. He showered, dressed and headed to the lobby for breakfast. The night before Corman had texted him before going to bed: "Me…

Once I finally let go of the airport clusterfuck, landing in Portland was a breeze. I walked through the airport and spotted Nils (not hard to do) Jeff, and Bil…

A tired cliche states that every journey begins with a single step. I guess that means that my journey officially began this morning at 5:15 am as I stepped out…

It's 3am Monday morning. I'm sitting in the dark three hours before my flight to Portland takes off. The flight that I believe will change my life forever. My s…