A couple of years ago, Alan George Ledergerber, Spirit Bears and Dog Shit Taco were traveling around Arizona and California together, when we played this house party in Phoenix one night. When AGL was up, he set up his gear in the backyard near the bonfire and set it to a pretty loop. He then ran into the house and told the hostgirl to slather him down in vaseline. After she agreed, he ran out back out of the house butt-ass-naked (blinding)and greased up and back to his increasingly loud pedal setup. Turned it up louder, then jumped into the bonfire, rolling around, safe somehow from the vaseline. But fucker stands up and right onto a nail, impaling his foot. Show ain't over yet, mustachio jumps over the wall. WOOF, WOOF!, WOOOF!!, the racist rottweilers on the other side pull him down and bite the shit out of the good foot. Owners of the party house run over to help him back, but it takes awhile because the cops are responding. A lot of explaining, medical attention, and his own recognisance later, we meet up in LA.
