First things first, ive GOTTA tell this story here i have just GOTTA
So, the last ten days have been pretty rad give or take some personal problems which aren’t really personal problems as much as my personal reaction to environmental errordom. But hey… anyway….
Best tour story is in fact NOT some banter about sick of it all or fat mike’s coke habit or piggy back riding while pissing or anything show off like that….
Last night was the last night of the Static Thought trip. We played the Gaff in London and Elliot Nash came out to the show, an old friend I hadn’t seen in maybe 4 years. That was tight.
Then, after the show, I was to sleep alone in the van a couple miles away (not usually the case, but not too shabby).
So, I take the keys and walk out to get a chicken spring roll or some shit.
On my way back, I see some kid literally hopping off the rooftop of a grocery store with his buddy. So, wasted ole me, I introduce myself and we proceed to get into some shit.
I don’t remember either of their names, but it was a half black kid (crazy badass) and his scared white counterpart.
So, we stroll to this tall metal pole fence to another store, my personal intent being a comeup on much free food. Hop the fence, creep around camera-sight, then onto this other rooftop, but heres the suspese:
We had to shimmy around a really tall edge about 40 ft high and 40 feet long- very fucking scary shit. The white kid couldn’t stomach it, so he stayed behind. At this point, the badass asks me like “have you ever done anything like this before” and it was definitely a nostalgic trip back to the Sam/James high school nightlife adventures we used to embark on. In my head though, I was really thinking like have you ever done this kinda shit? because he seemed to be living out some james bond fantasy or some shit…
anyway, we hop some more roofs and come to this terrace area. Sneak inside a window and find a kitchen. He pries open the cash register and finds nothing. Mind you i only came along to snag some food guys, im not that strapped for cash.
So, we find these grocer uniforms and decide its a good idea to put them on as disguise. Then we decide dishwashing gloves were also a good indea in the case of fingerprints… …funny huh
So, he finds a stock room for the store. A shit ton of booze, a shit ton of food. This was what we were looking for. So, I take a bundle of crap and he tells me to go wait for him on the terrace. So I do this. I’m back on the terrace thinking to myselfdudes taking too long when I see a troup of security gaurds rush through the way we did not enter. So I almost instantaneously lock eyes with one of the guys as he peered into the darkness where I was hiding. My stupid, rubber glove, apron wearing ass had only one decision to make and I booked it, running from some really pissed off indian guys. This was some predator 2 shit though: I like roof hopped and retraced my steps in probably under two minutes flat out of sheer panic. After shimmying the high spot once more, I saw the white kid and was like “its that time of night man, get out of here!”
booked it and got away
heres my point.
While I didn’t learn anything new about myself necessarily, I was proudly reminded that I’m not some deer in headlights fucker when it comes to intense situations. In hindsight, I was just getting high reliving some high school banter that I hadn’t dabbled with in a while and this kid, bless his criminal heart, was probably like 17 and i didnt even realize it. Now, if I hadn’t gotten out of there as quickly as I did, I would not be heading to brussels now on route. I would probably just be getting out of jail at this time in London. I’m not sure what happened to either of these kids last night, but at least I swam as opposed to sinking, right?
cheers.
“Good Man Down”
