Finding out the Eighteen Visions self titled I got from WDBK is the fucking clean version.
At least now it can get some airtime (if you so choose.)
That's what I'm going through now. I have to record my demo later today and I wanted to play an Eighteen Visions song, so I'm just going to use the preeditted version of "Your Nightmare".
Yeah, they broke up a few years ago. I was going to see them open up for Hinder and I got to the venue and it sold out a few minutes before I got there then 18 V broke up a few days later. One of the few times I didn't buy my tickets advance. I hung out with the singer when Burn Halo opened up for Halestorm, really nice guy.
The factor that doctors won't release narcotics to me because of my age even though I have taken LESS than prescribed when they gave them (for cautionary reasons). Also, the doc who said that what I had was permanent and wouldn't even give me the time of day for tests to see if it was something else.
Saturday night was payday for that haunted house gig, and there was this scavenger hunt thing going on to try to win more money. So we jump in the truck and the clue says something like, "Count the number of doors on the pole barn and the colors they are".
So we skid into a driveway of the first polebarn on the specified road we see, and we dont get one step when the farmer dude comes over yelling at us. We just try to leave, but he was screaming about calling the cops on us, and he took all of our names and info and he copied down my friends drivers license info and all that.
This doesnt sound that bad, but we were for sure he was gonna call the cops on us. Luckily, after 10 minutes of convincing, he let us go and said he wouldnt call the cops, and we hightailed it back and told the boss, and he said he would cover for us if anything happened.
Later that night, my friend gave me a free joint that I was gonna save for later.
come sunday, my friends and I are driving back home. I have my joint wrapped in a hat in my bag in the back seat, buried. He gets pulled over for some plates related issues, and then it goes like this:
Cop: Okay, so just make sure you get that fixed. Do you have anything illegal in the car? My friend: Nope. Cop: Are you sure? thats not marijuana I smell is it? My friend: Nope. Could be the heater, but I dont smell anything. Cop: When was the last time you smoked pot in this car? my friend: Should be never. Cop: All right. You're sure you dont have any marijuana? Friend: No officer. Cop: All right. Drive safe.
So I dont know if he was just sterotyping my friend because he looks like a pothead, or if he was just trying to catch us off guard, but the whole time my friend handled it, I was shitting bricks. I seriously thought that he was gonna search the car or something. I was scared, man, let me tell ya.
1D_for_lifePosts: 13,785destroyer of motherfuckers
edited November 2010
People that have been going out for approximately one month and write countless love letters all over each others Facebook. (Mainly one of my good friends haha!) I also had to sit through six hours of them while waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~X(
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Saturday night was payday for that haunted house gig, and there was this scavenger hunt thing going on to try to win more money. So we jump in the truck and the clue says something like, "Count the number of doors on the pole barn and the colors they are".
So we skid into a driveway of the first polebarn on the specified road we see, and we dont get one step when the farmer dude comes over yelling at us. We just try to leave, but he was screaming about calling the cops on us, and he took all of our names and info and he copied down my friends drivers license info and all that.
This doesnt sound that bad, but we were for sure he was gonna call the cops on us. Luckily, after 10 minutes of convincing, he let us go and said he wouldnt call the cops, and we hightailed it back and told the boss, and he said he would cover for us if anything happened.
Later that night, my friend gave me a free joint that I was gonna save for later.
come sunday, my friends and I are driving back home. I have my joint wrapped in a hat in my bag in the back seat, buried. He gets pulled over for some plates related issues, and then it goes like this:
Cop: Okay, so just make sure you get that fixed. Do you have anything illegal in the car?
My friend: Nope.
Cop: Are you sure? thats not marijuana I smell is it?
My friend: Nope. Could be the heater, but I dont smell anything.
Cop: When was the last time you smoked pot in this car?
my friend: Should be never.
Cop: All right. You're sure you dont have any marijuana?
Friend: No officer.
Cop: All right. Drive safe.
So I dont know if he was just sterotyping my friend because he looks like a pothead, or if he was just trying to catch us off guard, but the whole time my friend handled it, I was shitting bricks. I seriously thought that he was gonna search the car or something. I was scared, man, let me tell ya.
I lol'd.
Either way though, I was scared shitless.