So, edmonton was fucking insane. Wicked busy all night and running around a lot. Sold the most i sold on the entire tour. Shit was ridiculous.
We hung out for Steve's birthday after the show at some shitty "Irish Pub". Then i got high, did paperwork, and almost got stabbed by Tucker. A wild night, indeed.
Yesterday sucked. Period. The only good thing was talking to Veronica on the phone.
Today we're in Winnipeg, and it's like 5 degrees. Fucking Canada.