It’s 3am in Asheville and I’m more than a little upset by the realization that I may very well get to sleep before five tonight, breaking the rather impressive streak we’d been building up since arriving on the East Coast. Not much news from our camp, the last few days have been a relative blur of green wristbands and tired strippers and beating on car hoods while strangers danced through crowded alleys with chains of fire spinning rapidly around their heads. Hopefully things will pick up once we get to DC.

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