"You did? I don't even know how to fucking deal with it to tell you the truth. Or what it even is that's the problem."

Hjalmar sighed and didn't want to talk about it anymore. He got hounded by Ragnar about his so called alcoholism, which he didn't think he had, because all rock stars drank including his prissy brother. Did he drink more? So what if he did.

"I want to star gaze more during this tour and see if I can get good night sky with less light pollution. Trying to find a clear night in LA is fucking hard with all the city glare."

Maybe higher ground away from the city lights would help. Having company around would improve the Swede's mood too.