So maybe you've seen that I've died and gone away for a while with no artwork and next to no color commentary. I have been on the road for a little over a month as a stagehand setting up festivals. First was the Hangout Festival in Gulf Shores Alabama. Now I'm in Las Vegas setting up the Electric Daisy Carnival. There is a possibility that I may be actually setting up the Blue Man Group on show call. I've apparently become somewhat requested around the job site. Part of team freedom which set up and rolled out cases to all the scaff, ran cable and hung lights at VIP stage right and half of VIP stage left.... Where we beat wholesale ass on Jordan's team which couldn't set up half of what we did even with a lift... And they still had to rerun their cable to hide it. Cable ramps far as the eye can see, and then we hit the snag... A lead with no directions that bitches at you... for not doing anything. stand by to stand by is what we have to do on a neck down gig. Sorry you keep running off to get coffee bawss. Also thanks a lot for running our break an hour late when we came in 2 hours early... also nice to have our second and last 15 minute break an hour late as well. At 4 oclock in the morning when you've been coiling Soca, running feeder, placing boxes, setting lights and setting cable ramps for 6 runs without a fork driver to even bring the pallet remotely close to where they run for four hours straight... I guess sitting down is not really necessary. Long as the foreman has his coffee. And we still suck for making him look like a fuck stick because no one told us which cable or snake to feed to front of house or main stage and we have to stand by...

But it's all good shit on Team Freedom because they can kiss our fucking ass. At least we weren't the riggers that fucking fell asleep under the stage on standby or racked up about 15,000 dollars in fines because they put four fucking people in a lift. Or the idiots that about went up the steel with their harness backwards. By the way if you wear a 5 point harness backwards and hook to the dorsal attachment... imagine sitting on a swing and then leaning backwards. If your lucky, your foot will catch in one of the legs slamming you into the steel and rendering you unconscious for the rest of your flight.