ILLINOIS 

I woke up on the top bunk, hungover, smelling to high heaven and in desperate need of a shower. I rolled off the bunk and began digging around to find my tooth brush, which was, of course, nowhere to be found. There were beer cans strewn across the floor of the bus as well as two dirty pans from a chilli we’d made the night before. That Walmart parking lot had very quickly become our home for the night. The chilli was vile. It was our 3rd day on the road at that point and we had yet to play a…