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Discussion in 'The Backstage' started by Alligatorbling, Aug 4, 2020.
I know just messing with you.
One of my good friends (that I'm actually thinking about starting a band with) was locked up for over 6 years... you think I'm crazy? THAT dude is crazy.
Hes covered in tattoos he got while in there. And you know what? They are really damn good! I mean REALLY good. All black ink of course.
He said they make tattoo guns out of the motor of a Walkman cassette player. He said a lot of times they will use a guitar string as the needle.
I got a tour of a prison once. If it all goes to hell thats my backup retirement plan.
Yeah same here and nothing I would be proud of either!
Beat me to it! Damn you!
a friend of mine once told me:
"it's like Disneyland w/o the rides, unless you enjoy that sort of thing..."
I was only in the back of a cop car once but not arrested. It was late at night coming home from a wedding. I had already dropped off my girl. He pulled me over for not having a front plate on my sports car. He made me walk the line, ABCs, etc then a breathalyzer...I passed with flying colors said I smelled bad. I was very happy but then thought about it. We were dancing all night hot and sweaty then a few drunks bummed into us and spilt their drinks on my suit. Well thats where the stink came from. I only had 3 beers in 8 hours that night. He gave me a ticket for no front plate which I was fine with. What a night that was!
I had a Corvette and a Z-28 way back when without front plates, and got tickets for that. But I wasn't drilling holes. Period.
I was once up against my Suburban, at the time, and told to spread them and was searched. Long story, but there it was only precautionary on their part. Over in a matter of seconds.
I have been in the front seat of a police car. I grew up in a "Leave it to Beaver" house. I was in my 30's before I heard my parents raise their voices at each other. About 16 when I heard the first curse word come out of my dad's mouth. In a joke he was telling. My mom, who I lost last year, never cursed, in front of me, or anywhere. Complete southern belle. Sweet and very tough at the same time. My parents taught me, and practiced, that no one was better than anyone else. Anyway, I am riding in the front of a police car with the chief of police, who was also the mayor, of a small southern town. I was visiting, this wasn't the state where I lived. We were getting a ride somewhere. I was about 10 years old. I'm sitting in the middle and I ask if I can turn on the lights and siren. The young black officer driving politely told me no, they weren't toys. The chief/mayor turns to the officer and says, "N***r, if he wants to turn on the lights, let him!" The officer just said, ok. That is still one of the top shocking moments of my life. Quite a few decades later, with a lot of tough miles on me. At that age, I didn't think such a thing was possible.
I was in prison on two different occasions. It wasn't my choice either. It really sucked! I have since vowed to never go back again!
I was working for a fire protection company and we had to do the annual fire inspection at a few prisons
The worst thing for me was that annoying reverb! With all those concrete walls ceilings and floors it was maddening.
I did get to mess with one of the inmates. Guys kept asking what we were doing. We were testing smoke detectors. I asked the guard who accompanied me if I had to tell them the truth. He said, no, tell them whatever, he didn't care.
So, next guy asks, "what are you doing?" I said, "just checking to make sure that the cameras in these smoke detectors are working right".
You should have seen the look on this guys face........priceless
The closest I ever came was in Laguna Beach. I was hitching a ride home from work with a gal driving her ex's Grand Prix, which he had reported as stolen. She had a bag full of downers under the seat. The cop who stopped us was my neighbor, who recognized me and told me, "You're close enough to walk home. We'll talk later." 48 years later, he and I are still friends.
Wow interesting story how times have changed except I still do not put holes in my front bumpers!
I saw a guy trade 10 ramen noodle soups for a Salem cigarette
He took pencil lead and used makeshift tweezers to hold the lead in a electrical outlet. He took toilet tissue and caught it on fire with the lead, then lit the cigarette with the burning toilet paper.
Funny thing. I know more about you than anyone on this forum....
And you don't have a Marshall...
I still dont own a Marshall. Cant afford one. I guess I could make it happen but it wouldn't be a mature decision. Or I could sell some gear.
I honestly don't care about owning a marshall.
I hang out here for the social interaction.
3 beers in 8 hours at a wedding? Must’ve been a no host bar!
I was kidding..
Spent a night in the drunk tank once..But never did any time.