I am sitting here in Hartsfield International Airport for my last ride back to Cali. This time to bring home the fam.
Go ahead. HURRAY!!!
My stomach is stuffed with the goodness of Chick-Fil-A. I am actually a bit nauseous. Wondering why I threw that sandwich down when I am about to wedge myself between 300 strangers for the next 4 hours of my life.
Feeling fat and tired, I walked by a scruffy looking gent with a Mac and a Taylor guitar.
He was wearing Diesels, a v-neck, and cowboy boots.
If he wasn’t a friend of mine, he was about to be.
When I got a little closer I recognized him.
And I realized that I was actually going to be able to drop the name Brody Harper and it actually work. 😉
This guy gets to go on tour with Brody and Crowder this fall.
Phil was cool. We talked iPhones, tours, Moi, Daley (of’course), Brody, So Cal, and music for all of 5 minutes before I had to run and catch my flight.
I was listening to Leeland on my iPhone before my little meeting.
Now I’m listening to my very own pre release copy of Cannons!!!
Thanks for not being a pompous rock star Phil.
Now you shall sing me to sleep and I shall pimp your album when I get it like The Gap pimps the color RED.
Great guy. Seriously. Now go buy his music.
Here I come familia!!!
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