Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, 19th, 2018. What's going on? How are you? Is that loud enough? My ears shot.

What's going on? I'm really super late. I apologize. I apologize to anybody. I may offended Rolex Americans. Anybody indigenous to the clock world? You know, I'm sorry, original.

I learned that when I was up in Canada. They do not want to be called indigenous. They want to be called the original.

The OGs. The OGs are this shit. That's what they want to be called pre-provences. You white motherfuckers. I believe that's what they said, except they said it with the drum.

Not they didn't. The originals up in Canada, they communicate through drums too. You know, so funny once white people got their hands on it. All of a sudden all communication just stopped with that instrument.

Well, that's because we invented the fucking phone. You dumb fuck. Hey, keep it fucking classy there. Sorry. I'm in a fucked up mood. I flew back from Toronto late last night. I was in Kitchener or Kitchener.

I have no idea. Came up with a great fucking touristy t-shirt for those people out there. All right. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the Kitchener.

They need something. They need some swagger out there because everybody was giving me shit. Why you playing all the way out there?

First of all, I was just in Toronto. And then secondly, those people like entertainment too, but now they got to drive an hour and a half all the way in.

They got to pay for parking. If they're going to booze, now they got to get a room. And all of a sudden becomes this big fucking deal.

So I like going to places like Kitchener and Hamilton and that casino on the other side of Detroit. And then there was that other one that casino Rama that gig where I left the rental car. I'll tell you guys that fucking story.

I left a rental car there, man. We went out. We did this show. I'm not naming any names in this one. Okay. Me and some friends in mine. Okay.

My usual friends. These friends were readers. These were big readers and they never predicted anything. Okay.

They didn't predict someone was going to be a Hall of Famer after one at bat. It was not anybody like that.

Wink wink. Anyways. So we were up there at Casino Rama and we drove up from someplace else. I can't remember. We've done a couple of gigs out there and

like March madness was going on or some sort of ladies hockey for some metal or some shit. I can't remember what and we went up.

Did the show and we went out and got fucking hammered. Hammered knowing that we had an early flight and then I had to turn this rental car.

So we keep looking at the watch guys. You know, we kind of got to be up at 5 a.m. It's midnight. It's five hours sleep. One more. One more.

Next year we got in. I swear to God like three in the friggin morning and I am hammered. Then I mentioned I was drunk. I was fucking hammered.

So wake up like two hours later. You know, with a bunch of snacks open from the fucking hotel bar. One of those nights, you know, trying to get down like another whiskey.

I maybe got one swig out of it like Denzel in that movie where he fucking flies the plane upside down. He somehow overcomes losing his rear stabilizer.

And the first guy ever in the history of aviation.

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