I started my adventures to my first show Friday March 18th at 6 am by opening my front door to 3 inches of slushy snow on the ground and my trusty Nobel steed “Dizzy” covered in a fluffy layer of snow I did not add into my planning schedule. I didn’t pack my car the night before because what if some weird fuck would break into my car over night I just couldn’t fathom my horror of that outcome so I decided to keep my stuff safe in the house and load the car in the morning. As long as I got out of Wichita by 7am then I’m on track for the rest of the events for the day.
So as I mouth “ you gotta be fucking kidding me” and internally laughing like my higher selves wires got crossed into my mind I embraced the snow like a winter winter land and made my way to get a bag of ice at the local gas station to lay a nice comforting layer of frost to my freshly made juice I spent half a day preparing for my trip.
I read BB’s short story of being ill prepared for his diet in Memphis and I must say it might be the inspiration for this alternative perspective.
I used to be at the mercy of food wherever I went. I’d eat at whatever food places were available and shop at all the local grocery stores. I dropped way too much money just not planning ahead so the last few years of traveling to shows I’ve really figured out the best way to plan ahead for my restrictive needs. Now when I say restrictive I mean my diet is an absolute need for live and organic foods to really keep me at the level I need to operate at. I love all foods but I know what foods will land me in a food coma and I know what will land me smack dab in the middle of the energy I need to get me through my schedule.
So do I want a cheeseburger , fries and a big blanket to curl into and forget the world ?
Of course I do but those foods do not serve my highest good and highest health.
Long story longer I was elated to see my two cooler packed to the brim with only foods and drinks that served not only my body but also my mind and spirit.
I’m now leaving Wichita. I don’t have the perspective of the passenger who gets to zone out and trust the driver to keep the shit between the two lines. I am driving myself and my weekend belongings to Kansas City MO for a rescheduled show I’ve been waiting roughly 2 1/2 years to meet up with …
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