Above you’ll see Chuck and Erich, longtime friends. Chuck’s real name is John, but when he joined On Broken Wings, there was already a handful of John’s in the band, so I called him Chuck. Now 87% of the people in his life, call him Chuck. Made up of skin, blood, and implanted gps bits, he use to be the road master on tour. Chuck’s now a firefighter, EMT, and he’s dating a nurse! I was joking with him the other day, about how it seems like he’s playing house. Most young boy’s want to be a firefighter, and little girls want to be a nurse. I just thought it was funny/cute/all americanish.
Anyways, Erich is the friend I had mentioned who use to be our roadie/tour manager back in the day. He’s now living in Philly doing some James Bond meets Macgyver type work, making good money and getting flown out to different places. He’s a funny, caring, memorable character.
After breakfast and hacky sack, a bunch of us had a snowball fight to start off the day. While slipping on ice and dodging doggie kah-kah, snowballs, and random thugs, we had a good time.
