25
Jun
2009
On Tour with Harsh Reality/Mercy Kill/ Apocolypse Theatre
I can’t keep the bands straight. In fact, there’s so much cross-over with members, I don’t even think THEY can keep themselves straight. I’ve been inducted into the Apox Tribe now and below recounts the tale of our tour, the tour within a tour for me.
We started off in MSP, I was in the van with Tempest and Jen, as well as Madd Katt and Mercy (who smelled very real) Oh I think there was someone else next to me at points too, I really can’t remember. This is one of those live fast die young speed kills sort of adventures.
I got a Sonic The Hedgehog Ice Cream!!
We went to Northwood Iowa of all fkn places the first night and played at some shit neck bar with like nobody but hillbillies. The whole town was basically in an uproar, seeing a ton of freaks (like straight freaks) running around the quite streets in corsets and boots and blood and god knows what.
Luciafer in Iowa
There was a big debate as many of the momebrs wanted to go to like this drug dealers hosue and get faded and blah blah but Tempest, knowing how I loathe drugs, and being the alpha amazon put a stop to it.
We started driving the next day for Kansas City, I was trying to be pretty and doing a wierd improv set of situps on the amps in the van when the tires blew out. Rewind. I don’t know wtf these people thought of me, they were all super nice but like, I’m like blonde and pink hair bouncing around the van to happy hardcore and madonna, and being pretty and smelling nice and yet like… You know all the words to every White Zombie song, including the Latin that they say in supercharger heaven off astrocreep? um yea? is that wierd? YES.
LoL whatever.
stupid flat tire 
Tensions started to get high with the heat and the stink and the tires blown out and mutiny on the bounties and shit. We played at this place in Kansas City that night called… um, I’m not super sure it was called anything. Like Emerald Space. OMG yea that’s what it was. It was in this disctrict called The West Bottoms. Giggle.
The West Bottoms is like a post-apocolyptic city of abandoned warehouses and factory apartments wherein gutterpunks squat and puke and piss and shit on the street. Trains run through there all the all the time and are like an eerie mechanical pulse to what would otherwords be a deadpool hills have eyes city. I swear there were techno mutant post punkers running throught he shadows of building trying to harvest my organs for zydrate. I took a bunch of graffitti pictures.
Anyway the pirate boy, J LeFreak kept hitting on me and I think he tried to skeee on me while I was asleep. There was a ton of bickering and the bands almost didn’t play. Rain lazily drizzled from pink clouds miles above, while I curled up on a crate and sucked my thumb til I passed out. I think I ate candy.
me and J Evan Lefreak
We were set to go to Chicago to play a show but the bands temporarily broke up that night and half of them stayed at this funny little faggot named Mercury’s house, while the awesome ones (me, tempest, jen, and a handful of others) got a hotel.
The next day we drove alllll the way back to Mineapolis. It was very tense, but I was still bouncing around listening to my gaywad JPop, cause none of this shit affected me in any significant way. LoL!
Pictures!
waitress called me a rabbit for ordering salad 
i likes to colors at resturauntses
Stacy, aka BUnny Roadkill
junkyard and tempest
Classic Tempest
