Dear readers,
For eight long and epic days, I will join Clayton on the front lines in Arizona, fighting with him, alongside him, and we will join forces for some real epic good days ahead. I will not be taking calls, but here’s the deal. I know sometimes money is short, sometimes it’s just awful. I want to take care of myself, Clayton, and Trenton and tonight, as I type this, we’re going on a little date to a bar so that I can support a buddy of mine on bass guitar in some country band. This guy’s better known for his steel guitar work, but hell, I wanna see him do some good work on whatever instrument he plays. Musicians are cool and such.
So here are the rules for the trip I swear y’all are gonna need to follow.
- No calls, unless you’re bleeding, dying, relative is bleeding or dying, or a mutual friend is bleeding or dying.
- No hate speech comments on any social media will be tolerated.
- Don’t make eyes at me, I’m not interested in anyone but Trenton or Clayton at this moment.
- IF you want Trenton to make you coffee and I’m not there, you may text me.
- Don’t text me if you are a weirdo who has previously had issues with me.
- Text me if you need to talk but my work is limited as I will focus my attention and resources on Clayton.
- Don’t try to interrupt a meal.
- Please if you’re gonna text me, don’t send pics.
- This applies to gents, don’t send dick pics at all. I don’t care if I know you from Adam, just don’t.
- I’m not going to sext any weirdos in my circle, so if you think you’re gonna mess with me that way, you can’t.
Those are the ten rules I will follow on the vacation. This is going to be pretty cool, honestly, and I hope to the universal God that I’m going to survive this.
I love you all and will continue to write my blog as I did years ago with Blake, but this time, I’m going to have a folding keyboard with me, so yeah. Y’all behave and I’ll be back in Denver in eight days.
Beth