I am a Marine Corps veteran, songwriter, and, in a not-so-sudden and overly dramatized turn of events, have recently returned to my youthful pursuit of history education and aspirant authorship. I like gardening, serving the community, and watching slow artsy movies. As always I continue to take pleasure in crafting small, detailed, delicate things with my dexterous hands.
Well. A lot has been going on, and none of it particularly good. I won't go into too much detail, as I have neither the time nor presumption to explain everything. The short version is: Mr. Bombs is in the hospital. That is the big thing. A smaller bummer would be that my second show in Lincoln fell through.
So I am going to just go ahead and declare the "Greyhound Runaround Vaca-tour" OVER.