Awake and sweaty. Looking out the window, we were in the ass end of a long drive to Saskatoon. 2 more hours to go. We had today off also. With nothing on the agenda, we wandered around the city like zombies and eventually found an overpriced sushi place that served mediocre sushi. We shopped for records while listening to intense death metal playing on the speakers above. Back at the van Matt somehow took a turn for the worse. Catching whatever sickness I had been spreading to everyone else all tour. He expressed his interest in going to a doctor while others, myself included, decided to catch a movie. Todd was at the black magic pyramid jam where he received the number of a girl who's house we could crash at. However, when we called this number, there was no answer. A few more calls and more answering machines and we decided to crash in the van. We found a low heat alley to park in and got comfortable. I took a sleeping pill from Todd "the pusher" Skitsko and got drowsy. At some point during the night we were unpleasantly awoken by the sounds of young hooligans trying to open the doors of the van. Thanks to the sleeping pill, I was so drowsy I didn't give two shits.
The kids moved on and I fell asleep to the sounds of the cars on the freeway below us.
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