Kittens and Urine Cups

Uhhhh. We got to Little Rock and met up with our first "unknown" named Mandy. Very nice and eager to please. She had a really welcoming house that was a nice beginning to the "unknowns." After doing a little shooting with the DVX(yea!) we headed off to Mandy's place of work, Pizza D'Action. It was a cool little bar/pizza joint that was apparently the place to hang. I took the DVX with me but was having a hard time getting good shots because it was dark as hell. Met some really nice and cool people. Drank my favorite, Red Stripe. Getting the release form from the owner was funny because he was drunk as hell and his friend who was equally drunk was telling him to not sign it tonight and wait until tomorrow. The owner disregarded his friend's logical suggestion, signed the sheet, and told me to "Go get 'em." We crashed at Mandy's place and fell the f*** asleep. We were unable get the wireless to work at her place so we couldn't update until today. It's amazing how much it puts us behind to miss one day of ye ole intranet. I know that all of our minds are maxed out right now. Everyday we are meeting completely new people, in completely new places. Information overload is a better way to put it. At a Little Rock gift shop we found postcards with a picture of Bill Clinton's "boyhood home." Very crappy and very dilapidated. The funny part is he only lived there for three years and then moved somewhere else. It had the address on the back. While driving to Dallas, we saw a sign for Bill Clinton's birthplace. We took the exit without question and soon found out we were searching for the house that was on the postcard. Using the directions as a guide we found it, and well, it was just as boring as the postcard. But dam**t, we were there and took some pictures. Um, and it certainly not his birthplace. Never trust anyone from Hope, AR is what I've always said. Made it to Texas. And it's true what they say, everything is bigger. And by bigger, I mean fatter. We saw the most ridiculous amount of restaurants. EVER. We passed a billboard stating "The Best Soup in Town" at a place called "Mary's at Puddin' on the Hill." Could you turn that down? Don't lie, a**hole. So we took the exit and found that there was no directions once off of the exit to find the place. We drove and drove, but to no avail. Heading back out we said "f*** you, mary" and regretted not finding it to this very second.
Zoe was the gentlemen we were supposed to meet from Dallas. He was slightly confusing and things ended up getting mixed up. Long story later we drove around all over the greater Dallas area and met Zoe's friend Luke at a place in Denton. It turns out to be a huge college town and was very cool. Luke is certainly a character but reminds me of my friend Tony, back in his wilder days and I feel at ease around him. We drank at a bar called TJ's(Texas Jive) which had the most god awful music, but the alcohol was cheap. Drank some local beer called Shiner. Not too bad, but still no Red Stripe. Retired to a place called "the White House." The pics of the spraypainted walls should give you a good idea of the feeling. We were going to record some songs with Luke and his posse, who apparently make music on a regular basis, but we were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too tired to haul all of the equipment out and start the process. Since it was already 2am we decided to postpone it until the next day. We drove Luke and his friend Will (Jasmine on my lap and Luke on Will's) to Luke's place which has some great cats and great atmosphere. We set up camp and started the never ending process of charging everything. Sleep was good. Very good. Woke up and scrabbled to start our internet processes and pack up the s***. Pop-Tarts are good. Soon to be heading off to do who knows what.

-Jonny