According to Joe:
Hungover I rode to Pensacola and drove some of the way too. 8+ hour drive.
End Of The Line is a little coffee shop that caters to the fringe. We found it not by the sign but by the punks gathered in front. We had already missed the first band. The next two bands screamed a lot. They were okay. The good thing about this place is the kids actually stuck around to see us even though we were last. We played a good show.
No one could offer us floor space, however. A couple people suggested that we walk to Hobo Beach, across a railroad bridge, and sleep there. I opted to stay in the van to sleep. I slept for no more than 30 minutes before the van doors were opened. The other had returned with their blankets and forties. Cops saw the walking on the tracks and warned them not to stay at Hobo Beach if they valued their lives and / or their money. In fact, from what I'm told, the police officer pretty much told them to get out of town and that's exactly what we did. We drove to Moxley, Alabama where we got a coulpe of cheap motel rooms.