It's Over Now

So I'm home. The stadium where the Super Bowl is thought I was a terrorist or something and wouldn't let me pass shit out so I could make my money today. Last night's show was fun being away from my father. Sammy is pissed off at him for getting him drunk and then running to Ben to blame it on the manager of the club and when he sobered up he remembered it. It's really shitty feeling like a leper when I'm around my father at shows and he now texts anybody who is anybody like daily in an attempt to get attention so when I need them they won't answer. I really have to get away from here again. He needs to die. I like my job so it'd be perfect if he just died.