Next show was supposed to be in Tempe, AZ, but got canceled due to some more RV problems. Check this shit out: On the way from Myrtle Creek to Vegas, our alternator went out. We drove the entire way solely on battery power. To make things worse, the engine started to overheat on the inclines. So we barely made it to The Penthouse. We had the RV checked out this morning, and discovered that the alternator belt got fucked up, slipped off and wrapped itself around the radiator fan. After a lot of replacing and checking the electrical shit, the RV was ready to go, but too late to make the show at Club Red in Tempe. So we’re partying it during the day and traveling at night.

First activity: Iced tea and muffins at Teri’s salt water pool.

Second activity: the guys went to The Strip to drink, and walk, and drink and walk some more!

It would be unfair to call Myrtle Creek a hellhole, but we were all aching to get back on the road, and everyone was starting to get frustrated. Were it not for all their hospitality, we’d have slowly killed each other. We all wanna visit, and the guys wanna play a show next time we pass through the area.

So now, the long road to Vegas. I still consider it home, since I lived there for 3 years before coming out to Orange County. And I’m always excited to see my honey, who makes the best fucking food in the world, nay, universe.

Anyway, we just passed the Oregon-California “border”, where they do the agricultural inspection (as opposed to the Mexican inspection)…

Officer: Are you guys bringing any nasty plants or raunchy fruit?
Brandon: No, just heavy metal music.

Joe is trying to maintain his composure as we pass through the city of Weed.

Next Driven A.D. show: tomorrow night at Penthouse. Yep, metal and titties, the perfect combination.