found this quote at the end of the Los Bambinos del Satan - On the road with Mayhem documentary:

I come home from a tour, exhausted, with my basses, suitcases, loads of plastic bags, and my tax-free quota. Then I find out I have forgotten my key. I have to break a window. It's ten degrees below zero inside. The toilet has cracked. The TV has frozen. And so on.

And I think about my bandmates, who were picked up by their girlfriends and driven home to a hot meal and a clean bed. A warm house. Why don't I have that?

Then the fireplace does its job. The TV comes to life. The electrical equipment starts working.

And I think: Right about now they're getting yelled at about what happened on tour. What were those Facebook pictures? And I think:

Maybe my life isn't so bad after all?