We hit the road early, and everyone was grumpy about it, but most of them are nocturnal and went to bed not long after we headed out. I tried to get some work done, but Bo was watching one of his porn videos and it was distracting, to say the least. When it got too bad, I went up front with Calvin so I could watch the scenery go by.
We got to San Angelo on schedule and the gig tonight is at a club that’s popular with the college crowd. It ought to be a good time for everyone but me. I’ll be doing damage control, making sure no one gets hurt. Bo, Vic, and Lazaro are hungry after a day on the road. They understand in theory why they shouldn’t feed on their fans, but when you’re immortal, or close to it, self-control isn’t a very important virtue. I mean, it’s not like someone’s going to throw a vampire in jail or something.
But they could throw me in jail. Great job I have, isn’t it?
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Poor Ricky -- and I thought I was grumpy in the morning! ;)
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