This book is about the road. Touring that is. It's about living in an anvil case and making meals of stale bread and sweaty cheese. It's about socks that retain the shape of your foot when you take them off. And hotel maids that see the do not disturb sign on your door, but really don't give a shit, so they wake you at the crack of dawn anyway. Just because they can. It's about food poisoning. It's about trying to pay the evil and insidious IRS. In short, the glamour of it all... I'll add new chapters every once in awhile so check back and see what new tale of high weirdness from the road I've managed to fish out of the fog and haze of memory. Please beware of bad language, bad grammar and bad humor. Any suggestions or comments are welcome.