Here we are.

Hershey, PA offers an entire town that smells sort of stale and farty, with really nice residents. The shows have been sold out. As I have decided to allow audiences a candid glimpse into my cocoon of tranquility and style, there is more interest in Hairspray and the tour will continue. People have taken to drinking and being loud in the Days Inn of Chocolate. Last night I was even caught in between (not literally, praise Him) a random female couple’s game of Truth or Dare. I was sitting in the hall and I saw a lot of things that are usually kept covered, except when the coin is tossed and they oblige to

The roller coasters across the street are silently focusing my energy on the wind in my hair (see) future that is at stake everytime I get behind the controls of these dangerous weapons called Saxophonus. There is almost a mysteriousness each time I conjure the image of the grinning dozen screeching by. Behold the beauty of the coaster. It is difficult to look away.

There was a dead bug or squid in my Tostitos bag today, but I don’t think I’m going to sue.