Tired. Made it to Changsha today, by bullet train. That baby was traveling at 330km/hr. Got in, went straight to 95.5FM. Did a live-to-air show for an hour. Awesome. Sounded great. Show went out to millions of people. Made it to the hotel. Collapsed. Got up a few hours later, went a few doors down to the club we’re playing tomorrow night. Drank beer & watched Rustic – a punk band with some Rancid influence. Had a great time. Ran out of gas. Bed now.

The club is fantastic – small but excellent. The show will be great.

Checkya tomorrow.
Fires out.