Afternoon practice with James. Pay by the hour place. Neck starts hurting. Cafe. Neck freezes. Wander to van outside venue. Physically can't move neck. No idea what's wrong. Searing pain. No way to play. Figuring out way to hospital. I just lay in the backseat instead. Figure out I can walk around if I continue to lift the weight of my head perfectly still. Can't sound check. Throwing around ideas. Try to duct tape a piece of cardboard around neck. Eventually I can hold it still enough to use both hand to play drums. Eventually gets good enough to move. Real weird. Show. Joe McMahon of Smoke or Fire vibes sweet acoustic ear candy. Elway ruins it. Solo slam dancing and beer slinging by our love Yvy. 80's dance party. Girl from plane shows up. Dance. Get loaded. Go for piss. Some German dude corners me in the bathroom stall while talking to me in German. Closes door. I laugh at the ridiculous of the situation and say "...huh?" He says in English "do you want drugs?" Still laughing I slip in "yes, thank you." He responds in typical German fashion "why are you thanking me? I haven't given you the drugs yet. You Americans are too nice. We Germans are honest." Clearly this not being his first bathroom visit of the night, he vaguely rambles about American politics, culture, and might have hinted at being a Nazi. I thank him and quickly escape. We continue to a Karaoke bar. I sort of ditch the plane girl. Feeling far more charming I some how convince the bartender to give me discount beers. Wasted no ticket train ride. Bed.
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