EUROPE - JENA, ROSENKELLER

We entered the gnarly dive bar in Kassel last nite to a heroes welcome, High Command somehow corralling the entire pack of pisshead locals to give Simon and I ecstatic cheers. Then they picked us up and carried us around. 

They said it couldn’t be done in this town but I appealed to bartender solidarity and got the hook ups. Another German place where they gave us most things for free or very cheap. We reached obscene levels of fuckfaced annihilation. The bartender got fed up constantly pouring us shots. ‘Just take it and finish it,’ he said giving us a wholeass bottle of some spicy spirit. 

Chatted politics to a guy til 4.30 then back to the accommodation where we were unable to get in. High Command sat on each other’s shoulders and tried to break into a window. It was the wrong flat. Chris out on the street in his pants to herd us in at 5am, he was not impressed. Apparently we had keys all along. Didn’t lose my wallet or passport thru out the nite, so I am impressed. Also managed to remove and securely store contact lenses before passing out face down in bed with full clothes and boots on, throwing a thin little blanket over myself. 

Totally played myself because after waking up still shitfaced, the hangover stayed all day today. I guess that would be the triple-shot Jägerbombs. Couldn’t headbang much at the show in Jena, my skull was too painful. Didn’t fall over on stage tho, so success in that regard, especially considering how ‘remarkably horizontal’ I had been all day as Simon noted. Very boring, pained performance from myself but the other guys made up for my sedentary presence. ‘Never thought I’d see the day where you don’t move on stage,’ Mack said. The shame was incapacitating. 

Got off stage looking no one in the eye and entered the green room to cheers from High Command. ‘You did it buddy. It was a struggle but you went and did your dance for the people.’ Yes and I’ll take my money now please. Speaking of travesties, Dresden tomorrow. Support includes a band called Victims of Class War. Right up my straße. And we’ve been informed the show in Bochum cancelled, promoter ‘forgot about it’. We are still getting paid. As Vonnegut said in the slaughterhouse, so it goes.