PROLOGUE

What’s the worst thing that could happen before the trip?
A) bike, car or music equipment getting stolen.
B) The demise of Logan and Walker’s friendship.
C) A hurricane.
D) Death of a loved one.

Dramatic preambles aside, I fucked my arm up last night (6/24/10)—not quite sure if it’s sprained or if there’s a small fracture. Doctor Ann told me there’s not much of a reason to meet with the orthopedist until the swelling goes down. She also couldn’t see a problem with me getting on a plane or traveling up the Mississippi. The Beth Israel ER was everything that TV has led me to believe: drunks, pregnant crackheads, Chad Plaid Shorts with the allergic reaction. Mad respect to the people who work their every night. I witnessed more than one person try and hit a nurse.

Ways that this could lead us to greatness:
A) Well, they gave me Percocet.
B) I already have an idea for the first song
C) Gonna have to do a lot more ‘directing’ than ‘playing’ during musical collaborations bits.
D) We might buy one of those pulley cars for children and attach it to the back of Logan’s bike. Logan vetoed a whip.

Ways that this could lead to implosion:
A) I definitely can’t ride a bike for the next few days.
B) I don’t think it’s safe for me to drive a manual car.
C)Logan is gonna have to zip up my pants (let’s go ahead and potentially add this to the first list as well.)
D) At this point, I can’t strum a guitar too well. (fingerpicking is still possible.)

You might be asking, why still go on the trip? Music dates, sleeping arrangements, substitute teachers have all been found. Plane tickets have been purchased. Also, Logan has a solo exhibition in August so we wouldn’t be able to push the trip back very far. Maybe this is the trip that is supposed to happen anyway—I don’t wanna sound too fatalistic but sometimes the journey you’re on is not the one you think you’re on. (anyone read that book The Crossing?) Sorry, script for Percocet.

Much love to my roommates, Jamie and Lindsey for sitting with me through the night at the hospital. Thank you for all the kind words from everyone at work today.

Knowing Why The Caged Bird Sings,

Walker