San Francisco Part one

Last night was a disaster. 79 people attended.
I am so grateful to have had the time in Portland to rest. All of that is out the window. Last night was the typical drunken craziness on the bus, the driver was driving like he stole the bus and I am now exhausted. Never again, will I do anything like this.

I'm in San Fran and am going to try and have dinner with Val tonight. She is meeting me after our crappy soundcheck. It will be so nice to see her after being around these knuckleheads.

We are at the Great American Music Hall, in the Great San Francisco ghetto. Crack, and Heroin are readily available here, and this is in the afternoon. I can't wait to see this area at night. I have seen a poverty on a level which I have not seen in quite some time, it's sad. Thanks a lot Ronald Reagan. I cannot believe that we turned so many mentally ill people out into the streets in the 80's creating yet more and more generations of homeless, mentally ill people.

Our show at the Fillmore was "MOVED" here because they had plumbing problems. It didn't have anything to do with the low ticket sales, nope. I guess plumbers don't work on weekdays in San Francisco.

I'm tired, no shower for two days, and cranky. I am going to sign off here and try to pull it back together.

Peace,Peace,Peace. . .