At the mall a bloke approached us and introduced himself as the promotor of tonight's show. He took us to the club and here we are. Hanging out in the van. It's raining like hell, of course. At the moment I can't recall a single day of this tour without rain. Everyone except for me is sleeping.
01:30
Going to bed any minute.
Some locals are hanging out at the club still. Getting fucked and blasting nu-metal from a stereo somewhere next door from the backstage-room, which is where we're sleeping tonight.
A drunk-as-fuck asshole said one of us should sleep with a girl in his company. Hugo said no thanks and the dude called us gay. Interesting.
It didn't seem like our set tonight would be something to write home about until a song or two into it, when kids gave up the smoking-area for the concert-room. We gave all we had of blood and sweat and deserved the front-row-bangers I think. Good times after all. Good night.