After playing a two night stint in the clubs in Bowling Green, Ohio, we made good friends with a band we shared the bill with. We spent the last night at the home of their manager. I woke up in our van the next morning not knowing where I was or even what year it was. After locating our drummer and his then-wife we went about the dubious task of locating our bassist.

He wasn't in the van, in our trailer, or in the house. We feared the worst and checked the pool and alley. Luckily, there was no body. Our drummer then started hearing the unmistakable sound of our bassist's snore coming from somewhere close by. After some sleuthing we found him in someone else's van, parked in their driveway. He had broken in thinking it was ours and we had locked him out, and just went to sleep when he made it in. Fortunately, we made it out of there before anyone else noticed.