Midnight Joey

It's 3:15 in the morning and I thought I would write a blog. Why not. I just drove 9 hrs straight through rainstorms and smelly RV farts to get to Houston for a show that we don't even play for another 20 hours from now. Oh well, at least I made good time. So as I write at 3:15 just know that I might say or write things that don't make sense. Some might think it's just because I had a long day or that I've been drinking but no... This happens every night. Let me introduce to you.... Midnight Joey. Midnight Joey is still me but it's just a more honest and funnier me. I know it's hard to believe that I could be any funnier but it's true. I am. I'm hilarious. see... you're laughing. that just happened. What you might ask? That. That just happened. I am currently sitting in a room with a creepy mexican doll. The mexican doll is starring at me. Her name is juanita. She has big feet and a flower dress on. Next to her is a stuffed speedy gonzales,Ok... Now I don't feel creeped out anymore. I feel like I just been a part of a hate crime. Of all the rooms I have to sleep in they put me in the room with the mexican dolls. Is that suppose to make me feel comfortable? Like I am at home? Having mexican dolls is one thing but seriously no bed? Do I really have to wear this pancho with a sombrero and sit in the corner with my head down? Is that how you think mexicans sleep? Your right, but that's not the point. Wait a minute... On the other side of the room there are books, a globe, and a microscope. There is also a night light. Is this side of the room suppose to represent the white half of me? Now I am really confused. Could this room been specifically designed to make both sides of my heritage feel comfortable? Is this possible. Now that I think about it.... This is sort of sweet. I do feel like I am at home. Thank you my totally white friends for making this room feel like home. On second thought. No. No I am not thankful. This room is what divided this nation in the first place. Blacks vs whites. whites vs mexicans. David vs Goliath. This room shouldn't be divided. It's should be come one. Just like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich w/ chips and a small diet coke. Let this room come together and live with one another. Let the creepy mexican doll play with the microscope. let Speedy Gonzales try and read a book ( he can't read but don't tell him I told you that.) Let's put down our churros and college degrees and let's have a fiesta! I'll get the salsa! You bring the veggie tray. and we will become one.