After a massive amount of driving and truck stop adventures, we pulled into a motel at 3 in the morning and passed out in Montana. In the Morning we woke to a limp wrist-ed morning feast at a diner, a quest to fetch supplies, and pulled up to the venue …which was a slurpie palace and an Asian fortune cookie casino. After we cashed the stage with Pop Evil, Yosh proceeded to get beyond drunk (no fault of his own, but of his new found friends in Billings) and decided to sleep on the floor in the bar. Peeling him into the van and with a sober DD, we charge off to the emerald state of Washington to play for Spokane. The Knitting Factory was so kind to us and the afterparty started at the bar, starred at a B- strip club, and ended as a text message while we chowed Denny’s and laughed about the night’s events. You only get to see a little but it was epic and we all settled our eccentricities. Lola Black is a machine and we overcame any speed bumps of drama, no matter how pissed off we get when we say we’re sorry…