St Francis, SD

Indian Reservation…It was different. It was all well and good until Thursday, when shit hit the fan. No one knew their lines, except a girl named Tamika who told me her name was Ann Marie (which I had been calling her all week). I had to run around like mad back stage, and no one would keep quiet. Our trailer was pretty legit tho, unfortunately nothing to report about the town because we weren’t allowed out after dark. Our dumpster was riddled with gang signs. good times. Off to Lexington, KY to visit the boy.


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