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Grant
The only time I wasn’t thinking about Ari and my dad was those blissful sixty minutes we were on stage most nights. It was the only thing that made this tour worthwhile.
Other than the fact that I couldn’t handle the s**t I needed to deal with at home, sitting on a tour bus with Donovan Jenkins was the worst part about this situation. I couldn’t f*****g believe I’d ever been friends with the guy. Maybe I’d been into knowing someone kind of famous or some s**t, but he was a total douche. Not just to me. I suppose he had reason to act like a jackass to me, but he was that way with everybody.
The other guys in the band referred to his s**t attitude as PMS, but I’d never met a chick who bitched like this constantly. Apparently, I was the only one who called him out on his f*****g
