R.A.

And so, you know, sometimes I go in the stall because, like, then if there's a line, you wait in the stage, right, because you can't piss, blah, blah.

It was kind of quiet in the bathroom.

All of a sudden, I hear dudes like, hey, what's going on there or something?

Like, I thought it might have been a bouncer.

And I was like, bro, I'm 53, bro.

I'm just trying to get a piss off here.

He's like, what?

I'll come in and fucking smash your head and fucking come.

I'm like...

I'm like, what the – like, what happened to friendly fucking Montreal?

I don't know if it's a Hell's Angel.

I mean, it's not a bouncer because a bouncer would have heard it different.

And I know I'm in a stall.

I know you can make the obvious joke here.

No, I was taking a piss.

And, like, now I'm standing there with my fucking schmends in my hand.

I'm not sure if the door's going to get kicked in or I'm going to get fucking bundled.

And, you know, Kahneman's out with, like, eight of his buddies.

So I'm like – he don't know what I look like.

I can't see him.