And during the whole car ride home, Oddvar was just looking out the window at L.A. being like: This is the PLACE! This is the PLACE! Even when we were stopped at a red light in front of a gas station, Oddvar was just like: YES! I love it!

And back home, like, I wanted to make sure he got back to his room okay, you know, since he was sort of tripping around all over the place, and so me and the guys put our arms around him and got him into the guesthouse, and like, we sat him down on the bed, and I was like: You okay, Oddvar? You need some water?

And Oddvar was like: I’m amazing. Never been better. Thank you. Thank you.

And I was like: All right, man. Good night. Get some rest.

And Oddvar was like: Thank you for existing. Thank you for your life.

And I was like: Sleep tight, man. Go to bed.

And I started to leave, but Oddvar was like: Wait! Wait. I need to tell you something.

And I was like: What’s up, Oddvar? What’s going on?

And Oddvar was like: Just you. I just want to tell you.

And I was like: Patrick and Mo can’t hear it?

And Oddvar was like: No! No. Just you!

And I looked at Patrick and Mo, and they both just looked at me like: No fucking way. We’re not moving an inch. And so I looked back at Oddvar, and I was like: Why don’t you just tell me tomorrow, okay?

And Oddvar sort of slurred-shouted something.

And I was like: Huh? I couldn’t hear you.

And Oddvar was like: I love you.

And I was like: I love you too, man. Good night.

And Oddvar was like: I love you. I really love you.

And I was, like: Okay, man, that’s dope. Go to bed.

And Oddvar was like: Be my baby …

And I was like: What?

And Oddvar grabbed my arm, and he was like: Kiss me!

And already the guys were rushing over to pull him off of me, but Oddvar was like, grabbing my shoulders and trying to bring me down to him on the bed—he was drunk as hell, but he had all this strength, you know? It was like he was possessed by something—and he was just like: Kiss me! Kiss me!

And I was like: Oddvar! What the fuck? Let go of me!

And his face looked so desperate, you know? Like, there was so much sadness in it, but there was also this sort of hunger. And he was just like: Kiss me. Kiss me.

And Patrick and Mo started grabbing him really roughly to get him off of me, and I was immediately like: Guys! Take it easy! Don’t hurt him!

And Oddvar was like: Kiss me! Please! Kiss me!

And Patrick was ready to throw down—like, he had his fist cocked back and he was ready to smash Oddvar’s face in—but I was like: Patrick! Chill! It’s okay!