| July 14 - Down with the Taco Truck like Al Pastor |
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Oh No!
Get Up & Hold On Tracks of Your Train Who's Your Daddy? |
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Bandzine Rock Express: How did it all start for you guys? |
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| BRE: And that's all it took? JH: No. I thought they were coming on to me, I mean one guy's got a mustache, and the other is talking this 3 buck stuff, I'm like - no thanks. But then I really wanted the beer, you know? So, we get the beer and drink it in about 2 big gulps, cause the taste is unbearable. We go to leave, and I'm thinking I'm gonna steal the mug to remember this, and I tucked it into my shirt. The other two exit first, and as the door swings back, I let go of the mug, and it falls down on the ground. At that very moment, one time pulls into the parking lot, and those other two run towards some bushes. I look back at the counter, and they're screaming something at me about the mug, cause it's plastic and still bouncing, you know - it's Jerry's. BRE: Go on. JH: The mustache guy is like, "Get in these bushes if you don't want a 10-56." At that very moment, I just ran towards those bushes. BRE: What did the cop do? JH: Nothing. He didn't even see us, he was pulling in, you know, paying attention to something else. He went inside to get something to eat. BRE: OK. JH: I guess inside they told him about us, and he came back out. We're in the bushes, I'm trembling and buzzed. He goes on his radio and starts, "Officer Whatever at Jerry's, be on the lookout for 3 males, possibly intoxicated blah blah blah..." and I can't take it anymore. I come out of the bushes and confess. BRE: To the cop? JH: Yeah, I just got scared like a little ladybug in a turtle's ass. So I went up to the cop and told him it was me he was looking for, so he could call off the dispatch or whatever and he did. Instead of taking me in, he called my parents, and my mom had just had some heavy dental root canal type shit earlier in the day. I knew when I got home I'd be in the worst trouble I had been in since I flooded the house when I was 8-type-sh*t. The cop left, and it all made sense. These guys knew cool things like fake ID's and that whole 10-56 line blew me away too. These dudes were some modern day cowboys, cool under pressure. They dug the fact I asked the cop to call off the radio search, and we knew it was wise to stick together from there on out. I mean trouble's unavoidable, you might as well do it with fools who aren't going to ruin you. Johnny P, of course was the mustached dude. BRE: What's your favorite movie? JH: Die Hard - don't make fun. BRE: Finish this thought - "You know you're in trouble when..." JH: You're listening to 10 o'clock Tupac in your car as you're waking up. |
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