About 15 minutes after we drank our first beer, 2 state troopers came up behind one of my tour bros, threw him on the ground, looked at me and Chris, and said, "Sorry kidz, your phriend just sold drugs to an undercover."  WE WERE PHREAKING - the worst part was that we didn't have anything on us (yet).

We sold pretty much everything we owned, including my Sherlock, which has been such a loyal glass piece for the past 4 years.  3 HOURS later, behind us through the divided sky runs Spencer... They found the right dude!  I felt sorry for that guy, but I was PHREAKIN!! 

This chick watched the entire thing go down and miracled my bro Chris into the show...  Thank you anonymous sista... even though it rained that entire show, the set list kicked ass, and the party in the ladies bathroom was even betta!! 

Peace and light,

Halley's Comet