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Born Ruffians Mourn Tour End

Dear Spin (This is a Dear John letter because we’re breaking up),

Thank you for letting me swear and talk about goofy shit on your website for the past month or so. This is the last blog I’ll be doing since the tour is over tomorrow night (April 4) in Pontiac, Michigan. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry (but I always do).

So, something strange happened between the last blog I did and now [it has] derailed our tour, which had otherwise been going really well. I don’t know what it was, but stuff just started working against us for this last leg. Between getting stopped at the border to count our merch (which ended up being totally pointless because they just let us through after a two-hour fiasco), and me losing my favourite [sic] t-shirt (the one with Bald Bull from Mike Tyson’s Punch Out on it), we’ve had a small run of bad luck. But that’s kind of misleading, because some of the most recent shows have been the best. So, we can’t complain.

Well, except about one thing. Today we stopped in Gary, Indiana to get some food. But the place we stopped at took one hour and forty-five minutes to make us sandwiches.

Sandwiches.

I mean c’mon now. I’m no diva (maybe an aspiring diva), but I really can’t think of a way you could take that long to make six sandwiches, especially when we were the only people there. I’m going to go out on a limb and say this is the second drug front we’ve encountered on tour. But don’t get your drugs from them because it’d take too long and drugs are bad for you.

Anyway, this tour has been really fun. Tomorrow’s the last show and then we drive through the night to Toronto to sleep in our own beds and say bye to Rollie and Erik, who will be touring with Buck 65 after this, while we do our own tour in Canada (mainly Ontario).

That’s enough shameless plugging. Thanks for reading my gibberish.

Hi Mom.

– ruffian mitch

Driving through Canada (Mark is in the rearview mirror, Road Warrior Goose is on the dash).

Best graffiti at First Avenue in Minneapolis.

This cat slept in our merch bag in Chicago. We stole it.