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  • The Story 
    • Beer in Hell Tour 
      • Raleigh: Part 2 

        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…

      • Raleigh: Part 1 

        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…

      • Columbia 

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

      • Gainesville 

        “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…

      • Tallahassee 

        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…

      • Days Off 

        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…

      • Athens: The After Show 

        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.…

      • Athens: The Show 

        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…

      • Yuengling Light 

        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…

      • Atlanta 

        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…

      • It Begins Again... 

        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…

      • Seattle 

        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…

      • The Canadian 

        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."…

      • Portland 

        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:…

      • Enter Tucker 

        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…

      • Great start, dumbass 

        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…

      • It Begins... 

        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…

    • Urban Life Hackz 
      • Urban Life Hackz: Volume Three 

        The ride home after a night of drinking two dozen beers is always a wonderful experience. Music sounds better. Your speeding sense is more acute, which allows…

      • Urban Life Hackz: Volume Two 

        For those of you with girlfriends, wives, moms, wuss-husbands or basically any lame co-habitant, coming home from a night of drunk driving always presents…

      • Urban Life Hackz: Volume One 

        Internet culture has opened whole new doors into the Life Hackz world.  Whether you're looking to survive in the wild with such handy tricks as using cactus…