Touring has offered me the opportunity to see something I normally don’t when at home-the sun rise. (I know, I’m a lazy butt.) The sun rise brings a frenzy of activity on the bus-mainly by me-the band won’t be up for at least another 6 hours….
On this particular day, somewhere between Arizona and California, our stomachs begin to growl. The toaster comes out. The hot pot begins to boil.
It’s time to make breakfast (or really it’s lunch for us)-which is usually an egg sandwich using egg whites, toast, and cheese.
Arizona begins to give way to California as we travel a long stretch of I-8. We munch on our little sandwiches, drink some hot tea, and take in the landscape.
But in the light of day, we see the stark reality. We are both surrounded by a circle of toasty crumbs from our egg sandwiches. But it was worth it.
I suppose now, it’s time to clean the bus…
Hello, stinky toilet used by 10 men. Here I come.