It's about 1:00PM, and Brandon and I just boarded a wireless-equipped bus that's taking us to Washington, DC. A bald-headed black man named Kelvin (who emphatically tells us not to call him "Baldy" or "Montel") is the driver, and he keeps making announcements to us by addressing us as "Family"—"Good afternoon, Family.... We're on our way to DC, Family.... Thanks for choosing Bolt Bus, Family."
We arrive in our nation's capital in four-and-a-half hours, have dinner, and then perform for (hopefully) drunk people. That's all for now, Family.