the arrival

4:15 am: the phone rings. it's will, calling to wake me up. the guys had just got off the highway and needed some further direction. i talked them through it, and then stood on my porch, where hank was sleeping, and listened to the squealing and laughter coming from spiderhouse. soon flashbulbs began to pop. i peered through the window, but saw no titties.

soon enough, at dusk rolled up in a stretch-van. we joked about bugs and big stuff and stuff, and then i fell asleep.

today i saw the record for the first time - it looks real. like even realer than the last one. so tonight, you go to the Hole in the Wall, and listen.