Windowlicking in River City

I didn't sleep well last night because of the dinosaur in my bunk.
















And I woke up this morning in Louisville, KY to the pissing sound of rain on the roof of the bus. I stumbled outside to fetch a clean pair of socks from my suitcase, and was promptly drenched. People on the street looked on as I narrowlly avoided oncoming traffic and cursed the rain. I had a moment of realization, one where your life flashes before your eyes for a moment, and you are bent over a suitcase half-filled with water, ass clearly exposed, being berated by an old man in a motorized wheelchair in Kentucky.


















I also realized that I've had worse mornings. Mornings where I would have sooner flung myself into said oncoming trafffic then wrestle with a suitcase on the side of the road. So, I sucked it up, and took part in a bit of retail therapy to ease the pain of, well, life.














We are in, what I'm assuming is known as, the wig district of Louisville. Wig shops abound, and there is a classy place called 'Essesnce' just across the street that appears to sell only pencil-drawn renderings of Tupac and Bob Marley spending quality time with one another.




























I'll bet that they could do a nice gold fang
















Fuck me that's a big bat
















This actually wasn't my first time at this particular establishment..


















..another day, another bizarre theatre.
















Just as an aside....he called the shit 'poop.'





















This is quite possibly the worst song coupled with the worst video that I have ever seen. Good show Van Halen!