"I can understand the need for privacy. Erik is indeed lucky as is Bjorn with his fiery ginger. Sometimes, I just want the company of the stars as I drink and gaze up into the black maw of space, hoping to drown out my fears and all the shit that fame throws on you."

Hjalmar often didn't speak about his fears and anxiety, which is why he drank. Fame could change a man and he didn't want to let it get to him but the pressure---sometimes it did. He had to keep up with all the other rock stars in the world and would surely be looked down upon if he didn't keep his image up. That's how it worked, wasn't it? The booze just eased all the anxiety away.

"My telescope keeps me sane at times."