Feb 22: Lubbock, A Long-Ass Drive

So we packed the family in a rented 12 passenger van for the seven hour drive to Lubbock. As I walk out of the house to the van I realize that the gray-haired bitch that I call winter is still around because it's cold out here! We all took a day off from the job so we can make the trip. We're all loaded up and it's 8am... 8:30... 9:00.. C'mon, Junior! This one of the first times in a long time we've all traveled together. It's amazing. No fights, arguments, or disagreements. The family is a peaceful one. Or maybe we're all told not to let ego get in the way of the task at hand. Either way it's nice and quiet, and a bonding experience for us all. Some of the cats who usually ride in the "Smoking" car got to experience Big K's skilled driving ability, "Oh man, it's the wind!"

Along the way we stopped in Brownswood to grab some grub. Good old fashioned country food at a place called Underwoods. Haven't seen one of these in a long time. By the looks we're getting from the staff they ain't accustomed to seeing colored people as customers. We have so much time to gaze at the landscape then suddenly we're looking at the giant wind turbines. These things are huge.

After 7 hours we've finally made it, let's see what there is to do in Lubbock ...nothing! I guess they likes it that way. I did stumble upon the Buddy Holly memorial and a monument honoring Waylon Jennings. Two West-Texas greats. Outside of that, all we did was lay around at the venue. It was on the 14th floor of a bank and you could see forever in this vast flatland. That's all we did tonight. The gala ran way overboard so we helped ourselves to the open bar over and over. We may have played an hour and a half total tonight to maybe 15 people. After it was over we signed a few autographs (I still get surprised when someone asks but hey, I'm honored). Maybe they wanted to get the signature of the brotha who made it up to the 14th floor with out the cops chasing him. After that we went to the hotel and crashed. I know, boring! When I woke I didn't even feel as if I played at all. What a pity. Well, I guess every night can't be an off the chain party.

The only thing to do on the ride home is look at the vast open cotton fields. Somebody's getting paid. At least I have time to listen the iPod and check out some really cool videos. I never get much time to sit and enjoy some music so this is a real treat. Check next week's journal. Maybe somebody will drunk and naked, besides me!

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