"Start a band and go on tour if you want to starve for days then turn into a caveman when you see food."
- Page 8 of Journal #7 (July 17th, 2002 - April 27th, 2003)
Us and The End played Milwaukee last night and some local kids were cool enough to put us up. We went back to their place and there was a bit of a party going on which was dope. I stayed up until 3AM but burnt out so I crashed out on the floor in another room. Not sure what totally happened but I guess at some point after 3AM some sketchy motherfuckers showed up- like crackhead types. Unsure why they didn’t get booted but they didn’t. So, we wake up this morning and we’re loading all our bags into our vans and it turns out that Tunny’s bag is straight up gone. We turn the house upside down and it just isn’t there. Everyone convenes and someone’s like, “I bet one of those crackheads stole the bag.” Unfortunately, Tunny’s bag was the worse one to steal because it had all his epilepsy meds in it. So, we’re outside and everyone decided to split into teams of two to go scour the neighborhood to find the crackheads. We were about to leave and Tunny’s epilepsy kicked in and he took a nasty spill into the pavement. It was actually really scary to see him have a seizure and for us to be powerless without his meds. Luckily, Billy stepped up to the plate and took Tunny inside and he ‘came to’ as Billy washed all his cuts which are pretty gnarly. Needless to say, this had the affect of firing everyone up and making them vengeful. Honestly, I’ve never seen Scorpion or Hercules that pissed before. Turns out that on their walk they found one of they sketchy guys from the party. I still don’t know the full story but that guy somehow took them to someone that knew where the bag was. Surprisingly, the bag was retrieved. The meds were in there but some cash and all of Tunny’s ID was gone. I’m glad we got his meds back but now we gotta deal with the fucking nightmare of getting his ID replaced when we’re in America (because we can’t cross back into Canada with him having no ID). Touring is just like this constant battle against adversity. But if everyone sticks together, you can weather it.”
- Page 3 of Journal #7 (July 17th, 2002 - April 27th, 2003)
"It was so disgustingly hot and humid at the show that most of the guys in The End played their set in their underwear. No hesitations or care- they just wanted to rip a set and basically played in their boxers to make it happen. This is why I love punk…"
- Page 1 of Journal #7 (July 17th, 2002 - April 27th, 2003)
"Last night we played a one-off show with The End in Windsor. I didn’t want to play it because I had an exam the next day but the band was like, "Let’s play it, we’ll leave as soon as our set is done and someone else will drive." So, I agreed. Everything was on track- we drove out there and I studied in the van and we left as soon as we finished playing. However, Adam was in charge of driving us home. Turns out he’s never driven a big passenger van before and was driving like a fucking maniac. Everyone was complaining that we were going to do die so we pulled over and tossed him in the back. I was hoping someone else could drive but everyone was drunk so I had to fucking drive. I was slightly annoyed but mostly just wanted to make it home as fast as possible. So I start driving and the weather goes sour- like strong winds and sleet come out of nowhere. I’m cruising for like an hour- driving all safe and slow- and about 150 feet in front of us a tractor trailer suddenly hits black ice and ‘jackknifes’ on the fucking highway!!! It’s slowly going perpendicular to the oncoming traffic. I start pumping the brakes but it ain’t doing shit- we’re just gliding on black ice. All I remember is saying something like, "Here we go" at which point we smash up against the tractor’s trailer. Fucking crazy thing is that we’re still gliding and we’re in this moving accident. The driver side of the van scrapes along the trailer and there’s this deafening metal-on-metal screeching and all these fucking sparks. Eventually we come to a halt, and luckily we didn’t get rear ended. I tried to kick the driver’s door open but it was pinned shut. Everyone was okay and I hopped out expecting the van to be fucked but only the front and back took damage- the motherfucking Dodge is a beast! So cops show up and we’re sidelined for hours. We finally make it back to Toronto as the sun’s rising. I basically do a power nap and come outside and the van’s got a parking ticket. Fucking incredible! I made it to the exam and killed it. Probably the worst chain of events leading up to an exam ever. Juggling all this shit is a pain the ass. Being in a band sucks sometimes."
- Page 12 of Journal #8 (April 29th, 2003 - June 3rd, 2005)
"I haven’t showered in a few days so me and Scorpion took a whore’s bath in a fountain we found in downtown Lexington."
- Page 2 of Journal #7 (July 17th, 2002 - April 27th, 2003)
"We played Toronto tonight. It was show #2 of the Exclaim/ Much Loud tour we’re doing with The End and Cursed. Saw Robak after our set. He showed me the scarification he got of our logo. I busted his balls; told him it was a huge mistake because we’re shit. Joked that I was going to quit the band since it was influencing people to do such crazy shit. We had a good laugh together."
- Page 23 of Journal #8 (April 29th, 2003 - June 3rd, 2005)