Well maybe not died, but…
So Dark Half, Trip J, and myself are in the “Bat-UV” driving back from the Chicago Domestic Violence show. Driving with those fucks is an adventure by itself. Never a dull moment. But that’s another story
It was snowing out and was leaving this slushy snow crap on the roads. We were probably on the freeway for about 5-10 minutes and it happens…
The ass end on the truck starts to get a lil loose and there was nothing that could be done but brace ourselves for the cement median fastly approaching the front end of my truck, and BAM!!!
Airbags bust me and Trip in the face and there we are pointed the wrong direction on the freeway. We quickly pull off the freeway. (I’m glad there was an exit right there)
Seems that we weren’t the only ones slamming into shit. There was a 10hr wait for a tow truck at the time. So we hop in a cab and try to get to a hotel. And by try, I mean we had to hit 3 hotels before we could find one open. What kind of hotel closes? I thought those were open 24hrs? Anyway…
When it is all said and done, I’m just glad it didn’t end on some “The Day The Music Died” - Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper, plane crash type of shit. Also, the cops weren’t involved, so no tickets or jail
Dark Half will go on to release Chapterz
I will go on to holding it down for the underground.
Trip J will go on to banging Tweens and playing video games.
So Dark Half, Trip J, and myself are in the “Bat-UV” driving back from the Chicago Domestic Violence show. Driving with those fucks is an adventure by itself. Never a dull moment. But that’s another story
It was snowing out and was leaving this slushy snow crap on the roads. We were probably on the freeway for about 5-10 minutes and it happens…
The ass end on the truck starts to get a lil loose and there was nothing that could be done but brace ourselves for the cement median fastly approaching the front end of my truck, and BAM!!!
Airbags bust me and Trip in the face and there we are pointed the wrong direction on the freeway. We quickly pull off the freeway. (I’m glad there was an exit right there)
Seems that we weren’t the only ones slamming into shit. There was a 10hr wait for a tow truck at the time. So we hop in a cab and try to get to a hotel. And by try, I mean we had to hit 3 hotels before we could find one open. What kind of hotel closes? I thought those were open 24hrs? Anyway…
When it is all said and done, I’m just glad it didn’t end on some “The Day The Music Died” - Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper, plane crash type of shit. Also, the cops weren’t involved, so no tickets or jail
Dark Half will go on to release Chapterz
I will go on to holding it down for the underground.
Trip J will go on to banging Tweens and playing video games.
