Some of my best friends are DJ’s

I have some interesting friends and count myself lucky to have so many.  However, I have to be surprised that I’ve relatively stayed out of trouble given the dangerous makeup of rockstars, music industry people, and radio broadcasters that often encircle me.  There’s a constant flow of narcotics, booz, skanks, and great music in most of these circles – and really, it’s ‘rock n’ roll’ … right? I mean, that’s allegedly what it’s all about.  So, it really should be of no surprise that when I was out of town, in some grungy biker bar near the Quebec border hanging with some long-time friends, that I was nearly arrested.  Twice.

First, at the bar when the police decided to stop by for a random walk-through to make sure everybody was behaving.  They walked out on the patio and spotted a bag of marijuana under a chair near my feet.  My answer to the police was “It’s not mine, I don’t smoke, I’m asthmatic”.  Luckily they didn’t see the pack of ciggarettes rolled up in my sleeve.

Second.  2:45am, I’m pulled over by a police office who saw that the sticker on my plates was out of date (long story as to why I don’t have a new sticker).  The young lady in the passenger seat says “don’t freak out, but just so you know, I’ve got an open bottle of vodka in my purse”.  Gulp.

How did it all turn out?   just fine, as it always does.

Misadventure & Minor Hyjinx are my speciality, lets hope my luck doesn’t run out!