still angry at Canada, we drove straight through to New Hampshire to hang out with Neil. we arrived in the middle of the night, and i literally ran straight from the van into his house because dark summer camps in the middle of the woods are where things in horror flicks happen. turns out it wasn't scary at all, it was beautiful, and we spent the afternoon outside with the bbq grill, eating until we were way beyond full. after the show, i realized i was starting to feel the onset of tour crazies, and i think perhaps the last photograph captures it. maybe it was the Stone Temple Pilots blasting as we were loading up the van. 
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