Post Tour Blues

Well, here I am again. It's been awhile. What the fuck do you want from me? There isn't shit going on. Polar Bear Club is home until December 5th when we head out again for about two weeks. If you care, dates are up at their myspace. I'm told there are Canada dates as well as U.S. dates. See where they're playing and let me know because I have absolutely no idea and I'm too busy scouring the interweb for the evilist of porn to even take a look. What I do know is we're heading out with bands such as Fireworks, Cancer Bats, Forfeit, and The Descendents. Wait. I lied about that last band. I'm sorry, I just wanted you to like me.

What's new with me you ask? Well, by some act of god my old job at the crisis hot line decided it was in their best interest to take me back. Yeah, I'm pretty shocked too. The best part is, they know I'm leaving in early December and are fine with it. In fact, I get to come back again as soon as December tour is over. The grizzly, horrible worst part of going back? Well, I now work partly during the day which means I have to dress up. I believe the term is "business casual". That's all fine and good but I only own one pair of dress pants that I purchased over a year ago for job interviews. During that year, I probably gained over 15 pounds of fat. So, everyday I now have to shove, push, and prod my white pasty gut and shelf ass into a pair of cotton trousers that I can actually hear crying when I even look at them. I guess I'd compare the whole process to stuffing a whole tube of cookie dough into a thimble. Yeah, exactly.

Getting back to my old job has helped the transition from fantasy world to real world but I must admit, it's been hard to adjust back to "normal life". I know I sound like a douche bag for typing a phrase such as that considering we were only out for two months but for me it's true. I'm not allowed to drive the PBC van due to a mental breakdown I had at the wheel five years ago when I roadied for Marathon so I found it quite difficult driving my own car the first night back in town. In the five minute drive from where the van dropped me off at my car to my home, I almost drove off the road three different times, set off the passenger side air bag once, possibly ran over/killed a hobo and completely forgot where I lived. The part of the drive that I found most frustrating was that after two months of being on the road with PBC, the only cd in the car was "Sometimes Things Just Dissapear". I would have much rather listened to the sweet sounds of my parents fucking than listen to Jimmy Stadt for the umpteenth time.

The whole being sober thing most of the day is another difficult change. I mean, while on tour, say I did a good job and made sure everyone made it on time to the show? Job well done, Trevor! Well, I'd certainly reward myself with three consecutive beers and a shot of shitty whiskey. Now while at work at my old job, If I help prevent a person from killing themselves, I sneak away to the bathroom and only drink two beers! Man, real life is hard I tell you.

So, yeah, that's pretty much it. Working and waiting to get back out there. I'm playing a show with Off With Their Heads tonight, should be a blast. Other than that, I was thinking of doing an interview with some of the dudes in PBC that don't normally do interviews, like Nate, Goose or Emmett. If anyone actually reads this train wreck and has some questions you'd like to ask, send them to trevorjames@gmail.com and I'll pass them on. Could make for a good read. Lastly, you probably noticed that their is now an "adult content" warning that has been placed on this blog. Well, that was my doing. I went ahead and did that because co-workers have been asking about the Polar Bear Club myspace which links to this site. I'm hoping that they see the adult content message and bail. They probably would not find the drinking in the bathroom while on the job joke too hilarious. Plus, I can't let them know that I tour with PBC and not the Foo Fighters, it would break their hearts.

I love you.