I've begun a weeklong tour with my band, who is supporting The Honorary Title. Looking forward to catching up on the in's and out's of the teenage demographic. I'll report my findings here whenever I can get my taco-bell-covered hands on a wireless connection.

Last night we played in Hartford, CT - now forever dubbed "Shitford" by all of us. In Shitford, I learned that 14-yr-old emo fans express their love by heckling you until you want to kick them in the braces. It's harder than I thought to resist the urge when they're such brats, especially when one of them hijacked our drummer's cell phone and started calling/texting the rest of us.

Across from the venue was a gas station/bodega that (naturally) sold a vast selection of do-rags and bongs. Two of our female friends reported that some sleazy loiterers asked if they were straight and whether they wanted drugs. But the ultimate creepout happened during the HT's set, when someone tried to send me to the bodega for a food run. I refused, stating that I'd never go to that place alone. Shortly after, one of my bandmates headed over and noticed that a person was lying on the ground, SHOT DEAD at the bodega. Superb.

Hartford and bodega homicide: OUT