what you need to do is get yo’self a job. J. O. B. Job.
so…it’s summer tour time again. I don’t tour. I do a couple shows. Only if they’re local. Anything more than a two hour drive, and it’s not really a good time. Others, however, live and die (sad, but true) by the tour…
no matter where you go (there you are), you are bound to hear a couple folks who made the trip but don’t have a ticket, because their buddy got locked up and they bailed him out (damn the man!) and they spent their last few dollars on a phatty ganja goo ball (never, ever, ever, ever, put something in your mouth that you bought from a hippie…ok, well, maybe not ever…) to split with their crew and the tour dog needed a groovy bandana…so can you help a phan out? Who’s got my miracle!!?!
the miracle. The staple of the capitalist-hating, peace-loving hippie economy. If you have money to buy a ticket, but need to get rid of it, you should just give it away. Something about karma — oh, no, that was “watch out for that car, brah” (my bad).
Bob Weir’s road case (check out the bottom right corner):
Brighten The Corners“;?>
