Lisbon.

We played a show last night to a warming crowd in Lisbon. I've never been to Portugal before, nor have I been to pretty much any of the Iberian peninsula. I'm sitting right now and having some breakfast with the boys, we're gearing up for a monster 48 hour day of travel, performance, more travel, and broken ounces of sleep.

Here's Jimmy. He's Belgian. He's the man. He knows how to live.

I'll be back in the city Monday afternoon, killing it, doing all sorts of damn things. So stoked! Don't you know it! My phone is lost so anybody who needs to contact me, uh, wait till that night because I'll be on the case at the phone store.

My boy Kevin Patrick Gannon, from The Journey and Broke Toe Productions will be waiting for me on the tarmac, waving his little red batons. I wish something like that could happen, but thanks to AMERICA, a joke could never escalate to that level of 'security' risk. Well warranted, cause he's DANGEROUSSSSSSSSSSS.

p.s. the showers here are not so easy to figure out, therefore I took

A BATH?!?!?!? 

come catch the action