Chapter 23: Wasted
There were so many people on the bus that I lost track at 30. 30 men and women including directors and managers. I claimed my bunk, the on in the corner on the top. We drove for a few hours and it was beginning to get dark outside the stained glass windows. "Gerard, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Said Frank. He stared into my eyes. No one was back here so I kissed him goodnight. "Goodnight Frank." He closed my curtain and fell into bed. After a couple hours, everyone but the driver was passed out. He pulled over into a trunk stop and I began to drink as he fell asleep. I chugged three beers, some booze, and took about 6 shots of UV Blue. It was 6am and the sun began to rise but I wasn't really thinking straight so I didn't know. I got off the bus and drank more until I was so wasted. 7am rolled around and everyone but the driver was awake. They drank coke and such and I fell into the grass along the highway. The touring manager was filming I think, I'm not too sure. Frank and Brian walked over with the camera and helped me up. I puked in the grass and I walked halfway back to the bus. "Are you going to puke again?" Asked Frank placing his hand on my back. I bent over and puked for a minute and got back up. Brian came over and said, "Hey Gerard, I filmed you puking again." "I know, you were like, way far over there!" I said as I fell into the bushes. Mikey walked over and helped me up with Frank. I fixed my sweatshirt and headed back to the bus. I hopped in my bunk and passed out hoping I'd feel better later.
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