Hotel...? What hotel?

No room service. Blazing hot days, freezing cold nights, and all the dust you can never seem to get away from. This is about midway down the tent that we spend most of our time at BAF in while waiting for a non-existent flight to somewhere we should already be. If you'll notice, that's me to the left keeping it real... gotta make sure the hair is right.

Those comfy-looking green-skinned, aluminum-legged beauties you see lying all over the place are cots. That's where we sleep. HOORAH. If it's not the heat or cold, it's the lights being on most of the night.... or the constant noise of thumping as someone walks across the plywood floors... or the assholes watching movies and playing games at all hours... that have headphones cause every piece of equipment they buy comes with them. If it doesn't come with, then I know AFEES sells plenty.

By the way, there's no tone in my voice as I'm writing... just the cold hard facts.