So, I'm back home, after another weekend travelling. Touring is awesome, but sometimes you have to deal with unexpected things. 
Saturday gig was stopped by the police in a drug raid. They've stopped the show, separated boys, chicks, minor people and searched for drugs. Blargh. 
It's such a great thing for police to do when real crimes are happening at one of the most violent cities of the country. Anyway, after the gig, it was fun watching my friend, the band drummer at the beach, falling at the waves, trying to swim, and also the roadie wearing a yellow underwear running away from the smaller ones. Fun time. 
Even with a "broken van sunday" in the middle of nowhere. Well, shit happens. It was fun. And opening my front door early at Monday makes me remember how I love my bedroom and how I love to sleep like an human being should... 
xoxo
Saturday gig was stopped by the police in a drug raid. They've stopped the show, separated boys, chicks, minor people and searched for drugs. Blargh. It's such a great thing for police to do when real crimes are happening at one of the most violent cities of the country. Anyway, after the gig, it was fun watching my friend, the band drummer at the beach, falling at the waves, trying to swim, and also the roadie wearing a yellow underwear running away from the smaller ones. Fun time. Even with a "broken van sunday" in the middle of nowhere. Well, shit happens. It was fun. And opening my front door early at Monday makes me remember how I love my bedroom and how I love to sleep like an human being should...
xoxo
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ps. nice pics.
argh...policemen would have better things to than fucking up cool events....