'Roadfood variety constests' are on the verge of becoming a sport. Weezer was playing at the standard 'way too loud' level and it was a miserable rainy Friday somewhere in the pine plantation wasteland of northern Louisinana. "How could people live out their entire lives in places like this?". Adam took a picture of my mouthful of half-digested circus peanuts before I washed them down with the last of the warm chocolate milk, but it didn't turn out well. And of course, we're nowhere near "there" yet.