Naples, our first roadie. We just made the train out, long story short, never trust women when they tell you they're almost ready. "Almost" means 45 minutes, which makes a stroppy Jason. Anyhoozle, we caught the train, and made it to Naples before noon. Apparently, the trip was full of spoiled Italian kids, the bulk of which I missed due to an amazing ability to sleep through both screaming and a girlfriend trying to alert me to screaming. I know she was annoyed, but why wake me up to tell me how horrible it is to be awake? We survive to Naples, and board the bus to find a city crammed to the brim with trash. The first thought through my sleep addled brain was "how the f (expletive deleted) do people live in this disgusting,
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