God I feel like a den mom or something.  Carting four angry boys around plus their equipment in a freaking van is nuts.  Bless Eryx's little heart, the big lug sat in the back of the van for the past three hundred miles with half his drum set cradled in his lap so everyone else could have a little bit of room. But the  bickering is already starting.  Rei just won't SIT STILL and Hob looks ready to chew his own arm off to beat the wild kid with if he doesn't chill out.  I think that I'll get Hob to drive for the next round.  Hopefully some good home-cooked road rage will mellow him out. Jon just sits like a lump.  In the rear view mirror I can see him fingering an invisible instrument and I catch his  lips moving as though he's blowing on a horn or flute.  I was expecting Rei to tease the kid relentlessly because of his stuttering, but Jon's been really good at keeping himself from becoming a target.. unlike Hob, who just freaking SCREAMS to get busted in the chops sometimes.  I wonder if we'll still be a band at the end of all this? How did I end up in this business anyways?  Oh yeah... because I love it. Time to round up the squabs.  I hope Hobbers can manage a stick.