The first sick person

Well predictably Steve was the first one to get sick on tour. Mika and I are in the kitchen making coffee and tea respectively when Steve enters and announces his sick status. He says he knew it was going to happen after a week and a half living the we have. He's probably right but I diplomatically refrain from mentioning the possibility of endless chain smoking and consumption of pills and alcohol and marijuana until the wee hours of the night as having any connection to his body becoming tired and sick. At a certain point in his life a man deserves to live the way he wants to live without some self righteous prick telling him otherwise. Besides which he does have a point that Kamil said in front of all of us that we'd be staying in hotels. Not a big deal for me as I have not been expecting cushy accommodations but steve is used to traveling in comfort. Let me tell ya it's loud and smelly having four dudes sleeping at once in a room. Steve shouts talks coughs and farts in his sleep, Kamil snores, Mika is fairly quiet and I most likely snore or at least breath loudly. I generally put my headphones on in order to fall asleep. Last night I slept pretty well but was woken many times by steve's sleep yelling. Thank goodness I'm up early every day so that at the end of the night I fall asleep easily. Now the goal is to keep the sickness from spreading. Mind over matter...