I got to wrap up about six or seven weeks on the road, where I was only home for a few days in that amount of time.

I played in Indianapolis and got to see an awful lot of old

friends, had a sold out show, really good crowd. I got to talk to all my old friends about five

seconds apiece. There were so many people to talk to, but it was a good time. I went up to Chicago,

my buddy Todd came along with me and rode along.

We had us a nice little visit up there, saw some old friends, came back home, and I went over to Knoxville.

I had to meet a couple friends over there and hang out a little bit.

The next morning, I woke up and I decided I would go to this little roadside attraction.

There's a man in eastern Tennessee who has spent the last 21 years of his life building a castle.

He calls it his fortress of faith.

And I decided I wanted to see that.

But I didn't realize it was in the middle of nowhere.

I mean, literally in the middle of nowhere. I mean literally in the middle of nowhere.

I drove out there and I have to drive through these country roads and you end up on a dirt road.

I pulled up and there he was. He was a really nice man. He gave me a tour of his place.

But as I'm walking around, it's starting to get a little bit creepy. I realize he's a stranger,

although he was a very nice man. I realized nobody knew where I was. And I try to do everything I can

to remain safe on the road. And part of that is to always make sure that somebody knows where I am.

And he asked me if I would like to see the torture room and kind of went in

there and it looked a little bit creepy I started getting creeped out and I thought man I'm gonna

I'm just going to go ahead and head on down the road a piece and I'll get me a friend to go back with

me next time and I'll spend a little more time there. So I got out of there

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