How I Met Your Akerfeldt

When I met Mike a year and a half ago it was awesome. I was chatting to Martin and Fredrik about guitars and also the bottle of Jag I bought for them beforehand, whilst my mates kept lifting my shirt up to show them my Opeth ink on my arm, when Mike strolls out with a ciggy and diet Coke in hand. I was amazed and the first thing I said was:

"You know, those things will kill you *points at cigarette*". He sorta laughed and said yeah I know.

Proof:

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Damn. I didn't get any pics taken, as they seemed to be relaxing on couches, I didn't want to get them up and I didn't dare to sit next to them to get pics.