Horoscopo Tour: Day 0
Can't fucking believe I'm awake... Made it to DC fairly late last evening; ominous tableaux sprawled in crude relief. Drove past the impact point of what must have been a vicious rear-ender... A young woman who seemed to have absorbed much of the energy from the impact slumped on the edge of the retaining wall between opposing lanes of I-95. She leaned on the shoulder of a samaritan, then collapsed as we pulsed through the debris field... The top floors of the Pentagon topped the horizon line. Trudged past the monuments to the east, then found our way to Ogden and the welcoming bosom of Grier and company... I'm in my Calvins and organic apple cider awaits. Rehearsals begin at 2:30...