This story is more about me than the band and I am so sorry. Imagine waking up and realizing that a monster now lives on your couch. Someone stole my baseball cards. Never take breaks from being cool. Using the hood on my hoody like a common insaniac. Heard a guy changing his clothes in the London Drugs bathroom stall and thought 'me too!'
The real winner of Clayday is the children. If you are ever alone in the city just let your mouth hang open and close 1 eye a bit. I washed my hands twice and may need a third. People took pictures of me when I was asleep. Scotty is a real good putter. Brad held a crow. Marty. Andy. Cory. Span. They made us give our credit cards to them. My powerful legs are due to my job as a professional walker, thanks for asking.
The next thing that happened in this story is that Clay asked me to be the official mayor of Clayday and I won't ever let him down. Responsibilities keep me safe. Never throw away cool time with friends. Embrace it, run with it, make coffee and yell at the sky, do laps around the community, all while wearing headphones that haven't worked for weeks. Having a blast over here. I'd take a selfie but my phone is full.
Just bought a morning lighter at 7-11 and there is no limit to my success.