Feb. 1, 2005 Re-posting in the new century. So that was my Cyclecide Fall Tour ’04 Diary. We went out across the country for almost 3 months this past autumn, knocked people sideways and off their bicycles at the Tour de Fat, got rear-ended by a semi, everything sucked, New Orleans was fun, nobody got arrested (for long), and nobody tore anyone else’s eyes out (almost). Now we’re back home, battered and bruised but not beaten. All in all, most of the Rodeo Klowns and Roustabouts agree that this was the worst tour we’ve ever done, as far as the fun-to-drag ratio, but still I’d rather do this than blah blah blah, and chaos provides yada yada, growth only from conflict, phoenix rising from the ashes whackety shmackety. Here you will find a complete chronicle of the chaos we clowns encountered on our circuitous circus route. Up until New Orleans, that is, whereupon my best friends flew in to meet me and everyone flew in to meet everyone and we all just stayed drunk and hung out with hobos and art-freaks and I wore my tutu for 6 days straight, and our nation “elected” the Shrub again and there were definitely ghosts in Christine’s friend’s attic in that apartment in the Quarter, and who’s got time for writing in the middle of all that. Now I’m safe and sound back at the farm, and working on stuff and things and how are YOU?