I remind myself every day.
I was winging it.
Road Kill Tour would pay for itself, eventually.
I just needed to keep the faith.
Faith in myself.
Faith in humanity.
Faith that a better day was just over the next horizon.

I have been humping road cases for the past 15 years.
Now it’s instinctual.
I just know what needs to be done.
I can prioritize.
I’m here to help the production crew.
They call us the backbone of the industry.
That’s respect, just there.
We are laborers.
We lift things.
But if you pay attention, eventually you’ll graduate to be a technician.
You’ll know which cord goes where.
How to roll them up without a kink, that can damage the cables.
You’ll know how to load and unload lights.
They are heavy.
You’ll also earn your wings in the truck, loading and unloading equipment.
Warning, not for the faint hearted.
People lose thumbs.
Break arms.
Get crushed by stages.
I was nearly a victim at U2.
If it wasn’t for a switched on roadster, I would have been crushed to death.
Accidents can happen so quickly.
There’s always the rush.
Rush to get things set up.
And the short cuts.
One must be vigilant at all times.
And when the shit goes down, just hope that the other person on the end of that stage, recognizes he’s been crushed to death if you keep on pushing.
That’s when it’s time to back up and release the tension.
Yes, you have saved his life and he’s eternally grateful.

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