Starting a tour, playing a bunch of really old songs that hadn't practiced and could barely remember, etc. Denny Bowen was the drummer (?) and it seemed we hadn't even really talked much about it beforehand, I gave him a set list and we walked around the venue, a deep, black-box theater. I watched a snake crawl around in the grass outside, anxious, trying to remember lyrics.

Later, somebody gave me a set of small flutes. When you played them, a snake head slowly appeared from the far end. If you kept playing, the snake would come out. I was nervous about them. I played one at the apartment, though. The snake plopped onto the ground and Pierre grabbed it by the neck and started running around as fast as he could. I figured it was probably OK if Pierre wasn't scared. But then Pierre stopped running and fell over. My heart exploded. The snake slithered off.

Turns out there's a bunch of dead white rats, bloated with and a little bloody, floating in the big watery tub that our dinner came out of. It's pretty gross but somehow I don't feel too worried about it-- I think the dinner floated in vacuum-wrapped plastic and also got cooked? Nobody seems very worried. There are also some dead white rats in another place.

Nobody knows if Justin Bieber is a boy or a girl and I intend to find out by hooking up with him. It takes a while and I have to joke a lot with him and eventually it is hard to tell who is joking and about what, but I'm pretty sure he's a hermie. But then I get his underwear off and it turns out, nope, he's just a regular boy. I feel like I've wasted a lot of time and decide to try and take the video that I have of the experience to Ed Schraeder and see if I can pass it off as a skit for his show.

I'm driving, in Japan, I'm late for the first day of tour. I don't see a small grey car pulled over on the shoulder and collide with it and it turns out that there are five naked people in it. Holy shit, it's two members of DMBQ & three members of Boredoms! What a strange coincidence, I think. I ask if they're OK and also why they are naked. They say it's no big deal and we don't need to call the cops-- their little grey car is totalled but they don't care, they also have a red van and they'll just get in that and drive away. The nakedness had something to do with a silly, spontaneous orgy. I don't understand but I'm late so after they drive away I drive away, too.

I get to Richie's parents' house, where he is letting me stay for a night. It is huge, and I don't think they know I'm there, and Richie isn't there yet, and I'm wandering through room after room, all very sparsely furnished, if at all, and I'm looking for a bathroom, but all the bathrooms I find have no toilet in them yet. I finally do find one but while I'm in it I can hear some deaf lobbyists outside start doing some really depraved stuff. I come out of the bathroom to find one of them mouthfucking this girl who is on all fours backwards, like when you crab-walk, but her head seems to be on backwards, so her chin is pointed at the floor and not the ceiling as it would be with a normal human. Then I realize it's not the girl's real face, that she has a different girl's severed head stuffed over her real head. I want to hang around and maybe take some notes cuz I can tell these deaf lobbyists are going to do a bunch of depraved stuff nobody could ever imagine, and that would be great to use in a story, but I've got to get to the show.

I get in a van with my band, which includes J Hova Hopper on bass and two guys I've never seen before. I hope they listened to the songs and played along with them and got super tight because we haven't practiced together once and I'm nervous. We drive at about 15 mph through very crowded alleys and in and out of warehouses that are full of piles of completely disparate junk and have big sections of their roofs torn off. We don't use any actual roads. We find the bar where we're supposed to play and it's tiny and packed with 40-somethings and I don't see a stage, and we're many hours early, and I'm nervous, but the bartender seems optimistic and encouraging.

I can hear some music from the other room, and I can tell it's Marumari playing his new guitar-based stuff. It's great. I tell someone near me what it is and that I like it.

A short older guy who i've seen around town but never taken seriously shows up at my house unexpectedly with a retinue of grinning gangsters. They tell me they heard i move midlevel weight and they want to help me get into highlevel dealing. Its obviously a weird intimidation/extortion thing, but i don't tell them im not a dealer and i kinda play along with them when they talk about me paying them $800 for my first shipment. The short guy doesn't really address me, and a japanese guy with long curly hair enthusiastically does most of the talking. At one point he pulls out a little derringer, and when i glance at it he points it right at me. I flinch. He laughs and points it at my bed and pulls the trigger, and a tiny blast of white powder covers my green sheets. He explains its a military-made substance that will kill anybody who inhales it and that i ought to mop my bed thoroughly then put the sheets in the washer. I do my best to pretend like i believe him, wondering if its flour or clorox or what. One of the gangsters leaves the house and reappears at the second story window in my bedroom, leaving a note on the sill, then climbing a sketchy tree branch back down. They all leave and i get the note then lock the window. The note is written in awful handwriting.

I drive a car through crowded city streets. Its raining. My windows are up. At every stop light, some dismal looking person tries to get me to roll down the window and they all derisively call me " tough guy" when i don't.

I'm playing a set at this large version of America that kind of seems situated just north of where I used to live in Pilsen. There's a huge room with a concrete trench full of shallow water in the middle of it, and my set somehow clears the room. With the laptop still running I go outside to see everyone smoking in a little lot between two garages, and I get a smoke from Creature who hugs me and begins to explain that she stepped out for a smoke and everyone else in the room followed, but as she's telling me this I see a narrow beam of light shoot out of the far garage and hear the sounds of cops putting handcuffs on someone. As soon as I see a bulky uniform appear I grab Creature's hand and we run.

A show in a fabulous apartment complex, where all the apartments are on the first floor and linked by little patios which in turn give way to cobbled paths around tiny gardens. There are multiple sliding-glass doors which open out onto the patios in every apartment, but no windows at all above the first floor that are bigger than little slits, and the building looms large with smooth, undecorated concrete. It feels like a swank prison that people would voluntarily enter. Everyone around is in a great mood. I am, too, even though I keep pulling tiny stiff sharp wires from between my teeth. It's almost as if someone sewed my trap shut with a guitar string, weaving it in between my choppers, then snipped the string so I could open my mouth again. Also, I can jump at least 9 feet in the air and float down gracefully, so I do. I bounce around the twisting internal courtyard of this building until I finally find a set of short, fat Classical-looking columns that seem to open up into whatever exists outside of this building. Policemen shine flashlights in my direction from out there, and talk to one another in serious tones. I bounce back towards the show. Also, I saw Waz try to kiss Lexie and succeed.