JIM TRAINER'S PROSE OF THE WEEK, Tourdriver
F the USA, Personal Journalist Hits The Road & "Traveling Light, As Far As She Can Tell..."
The light rig on the trailer was shredded. We’d have to travel by day and somehow manage not getting pulled over. I ate a 20 bag for breakfast. Washed it down with a couple Coors Lites. That terrible morning the highways were lined with troopers and the country marching off to war. The dudes all hungover or strung out. The psychotic tour manager leaned into me, and I leaned out the window as if I could get away.
“This Guns N’ Roses weekend is over.” He said as we slouched toward Bethlehem and crawled back to New Orleans on the 4th of July.
—TOURDRIVER
We’ve only got an hour to make it at Fergie’s on July 11. Get your tickets now so we can check you in and get on with the show. Maureen Ferguson’s opening and she’s all class, dark humor and boom-boom to the floor.
I’m guest-posting on ingénue Donna Greenberg’s older and wiser next week. You’ll be hearing from me.
You might run into one of me most any old where,
TRAINER
AT LARGE