You think sleeping in the console lid is comfortable.
 

You never use the living room anymore cause the acoustics suck.
 

Your welcome mat is gaffed down.
 

You made a tape of the tour bus engine to play at night when you sleep.
 

All your furniture has wheels.
 

You have re-wired your whole house to use Hubbell Twist-lok plugs.
 

You are home for a week before you stop dialling 9 for an outside line.
 

Somebody gives you the thumbs up in the street, and you look for the monitor desk to turn up the mix. 
 

You lose interest in groupies. 
 

Your clothing no longer resides in a dresser, but rather a duffle bag.
 

You have actually installed a 3 phase supply in your house so that lighting and audio are on separate legs to eliminate hum and buzz.
 

Your favourite incense smells like resin core solder.
 

When you are at home, you ask your parents what is the per-diem per day.
 

Everything you own has your name on it and is stenciled "FOH".
 

Your home stairs are replaced with a ramp to facilitate EASY load in.