Sandman's Journal

Stayed another day in Flag. Played a few froggy songs last night at my buddy Owen's punk house, aka "Snake Pit." He and his many roommates were served an eviction notice for failure to pay rent and must leave tomorrow. Bad timing--the region's in the midst of a nasty ice storm. I barely escaped.

Flagstaff is always an adventure, it seems. Last time I got into a bar fight, and it blizzarded that night, too.

Now I'm in rainy Phoenix at cousin Annie and Ellery's. Jalen's a year old now, and incredibly cute.