Sickles in the Hotel Bar

On the stage in Philly this past Saturday night, I looked down at my boots and there was the pint someone had bought me all spilt and gone. I watched it for a second, some kind of IPA, I think. I’d only had a sip or two off it but made the rookie mistake of putting the plastic cup down by my guitar tuner/ by the monitor in front of me and Slo-Mo. That w…