"Yeah, all of us. They'll think he'll blow their minds."
Mick just glad the interview was finally going to happen after months of talking about it and worrying about what kind of questions would be thrust upon them. Hopefully, the set would still be standing after everyone had finished. The famous last words.
"You want me to drink? Has anyone ever said you're like a fluffy, cute uncle to everyone on the tour? Because I think you are."
Hjalmar did as he was told and drank slowly. His throat was so dry the refreshment was well needed after spending a night on the floor or wherever the fuck he'd passed out.
"I come to you and get my hair brushed so I don't fall down somewhere stupid?"
The drunken Swede didn't even register just how bad his drinking had got in the last few months. All the Harlots knew but didn't want to control their guitarist's life with needless mother-henning. Yet, they all worried about Hjalmar and where he might end up.
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Mick just glad the interview was finally going to happen after months of talking about it and worrying about what kind of questions would be thrust upon them. Hopefully, the set would still be standing after everyone had finished. The famous last words.
"You want me to drink? Has anyone ever said you're like a fluffy, cute uncle to everyone on the tour? Because I think you are."
Hjalmar did as he was told and drank slowly. His throat was so dry the refreshment was well needed after spending a night on the floor or wherever the fuck he'd passed out.
"I come to you and get my hair brushed so I don't fall down somewhere stupid?"
The drunken Swede didn't even register just how bad his drinking had got in the last few months. All the Harlots knew but didn't want to control their guitarist's life with needless mother-henning. Yet, they all worried about Hjalmar and where he might end up.