Lost in Illinois, The Cone Game

It is not a solo project, ahem, Molly. I am just retarded. It's that simple!

I am sitting in Effingham, Illinois. Effingham. If you pronounce like the the British pronounce their -ham cities, you are definitely saying "effing 'em" and I like that. Eff 'em in Effingham. I ate munch at the Steak n' Shake, who makes the skinniest french fries I've ever seen and I loved them.

And I watched Lost. So of course I am happy-ish.

So far this tour has been nothing along the lines of rad. I have drank much less than ever before, have smoked slightly less cigarettes, and have eaten much crap. Also the shows are sucking. Who cares, it's freezing outside and our bus has no heat, what am I complaining about? Two weeks left.

So Molly had her ProjectMysterio. We had nothing much of mystery in high school or after. I am jealous of your fun. The only stupid thing that lasted long enough that I was involved in, was the stealing and housing of construction site items. Mostly we stole cones, but graduated to sandwich board road blocks (with blinking lights for extra points), blueprints left at construction sites (big find at my high school, when they were remodeling - of course this was years after graduation) and really any other city property easily jacked. We were to keep them at our own houses and tabulate points based on the item and from where it was nabbed.

I remember when finally one day my mom opened the side gate of our house to discover a massive pile of cones and other road objects sitting there. It was indeed a bad afternoon. I lost the contest, needless to say.

I believe a summit needs to occur between the Molly and the Meagan. Soon enough.