Today we are in Portland, Oregon. The coolest thing about this place is that there is an arcade across the street that has games from my childhood. Games like Pole Position, Rad Racer and Arkanoid. I don’t play video games much, but lately I’ve been obsessing over 2 things: 1 - getting a Nintendo Wii for Christmas, and 2 – that deer hunting game where you get to shoot a rifle at either deer, elk, moose, or mountain goat. There’s a cool extra feature in that game where you get to shoot “critters” as they call them. These critters can be either a squirrel, maybe a rabbit, maybe even a mountain lion. When the mountain lion runs across the screen I lose all focus on the deer and try to shoot him.

A couple days ago we had a day off in Ontario, Oregon, which I believe is right on the Oregon/Idaho border. That day I started reading “Get In The Van” by Henry Rollins. Wow, what a book. Not gonna lie, I was never a huge Henry Rollins/Black Flag fan, but after reading this book I have so much more respect for him and them than I would have ever thought. Black Flag toured their asses off in conditions that bands today even at their lowest would never be able to handle. They had to deal with sketchy promoters and pigheaded cops shutting down and running their shows. Shit, he lived in a fucking shed for a good portion of 1985. Every band who considers themselves a touring band really owes them a huge debt of gratitude.

After reading most of that book, a bunch of us ventured about 50 feet from our bus to this bowling alley. We took up a couple of lanes, threw some rocks, and had a blast. Here is a picture of Dec (NFG’s sound guy), me, and Michael (NFG’s keyboard player). Dan gave the 3 of us the nickname “The Grey Shirted Lane Slayers”.

That's about it for now.

Heath