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	<description>Tour Journals are like, sooo '07!!</description>
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		<description><![CDATA[<!-- GООООООО -->	I haven&#8217;t had the time to update this properly in a really long while.  For that I&#8217;m sorry.  I mostly blame the southeast United States and how non-walkable most of its cities are and how difficult it is to find a decent coffee shop.  Strip malls everywhere and Starbucks doesn&#8217;t have free [...]]]></description>
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		<title>10</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	It was a five hour drive from Madison, Wisconsin to Saint Paul, Minnesota, and I spent nearly all of it loitering in the shallow purgatory that separates awake and asleep.  There is little roadside stimulation along the highways that connect the two cities, mostly just rolling hills and large billboards advertising cheese; I had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ladies&#8230;?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	
	At this very rest stop on the way from Madison, WI, Jon bought vodka, Cory bought cheap porn, Freddy bought some cigarettes, and I bought a Snickers Ice Cream bar.  
	I need a cooler vice.

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		<title>9</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	I hate making set lists before shows.
	Freddy and Cory hate it when I don&#8217;t.
	Before our show in Saint Paul Freddy insisted I make a set list.  I complied.  Kinda.
	
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		<title>8</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	
	“Why aren’t you drinking?” Freddy asked me loudly.  
	It was three in the morning and, for the first time since we showed up in Chicago six hours earlier, I was without a beer.  My head spun.  My stomach was knotted up and sternly refused to accept any more alcohol.  It instead [...]]]></description>
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		<title>7</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	
	Freddy is unhappy with the recent tone of this blog.  I know this because he told me.  “The blog is depressing,” he said, in that low register people use when entirely unhappy about the subject at hand, but wishing to still speak forcefully.  That is all he said.  Then he got [...]]]></description>
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		<title>6</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	My cousin Casey is a professional stuntman.  He, to gloss over the intricacies of the profession, jumps off of stuff for a living.  If you have ever had the pleasure of being aquatinted with Casey, it would come as no surprise to you that this is how he pays the bills (I use [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theriotbefore.com/?p=107</link>
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		<title>5</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Someone stole my shorts, ironically enough, in Providence.  It was last Sunday, and I guess it’s taken me a week to recover from the trauma of the loss to just now sit down and write about it.  They were good shorts, though not always shorts.  I originally bought them as full length [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theriotbefore.com/?p=106</link>
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		<title>4</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	
	According to the inerrant wisdom of Wikipedia, the temperature of lava—the molten rock purged from the bowels of erupting, oft angry, occasionally grumpy, volcanoes—ranges from 700 to 1,200 degrees Celsius.  Celsius!  That’s 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit!  1,573 Kelvin!  Kelvin for crying out loud!  I don’t even know what Kelvin is, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Certain things get better as the night get later.  You know?
	
	Up to this point, it had been at least fifteen years since I&#8217;d eaten a foot long hot dog.  I would like to make a promise right now that I will never allow such a disgraceful  amount of time to elapse between [...]]]></description>
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