Okay where’d I leave off. Busted down in Gaffney, SC. Well my family knows where I’m at now. After spending the night in the “drunk tank” I get my phone call in the morning. I phoned my Dad and had the talk. You can imagine how that went. Well he was none too pleased. He made me sit in there for a bit.
The one Wook with the 1 month old Pit Bull had money so he bailed himself out. The Mike Tyson tatted dude had nothing so he ended up staying in Jail for a minute. The chick’s parents came down from Anderson, Indiana to pick her up. Bet that was a fun ride. My Dad eventually bailed me out; however there was a catch…I was stranded in Gaffney, SC.
When I got out the dude with the pit was waiting outside the jail for me. We figured that between us we officially were broke (after South Carolina’s finest took us for $550 a piece). I had a calling card so I got the number where my car was towed to see how much it was going to cost to get my car out. I gave the gentleman a call and he said it was going to be $200! He said normally it’s $100, but since you guys woke me up in the middle of the night it’s $200. Welp were fucked.
So I call my Dad again and tell him about my car and he basically said I already forked over $550 to get you out of jail you got to figure the rest out. So I’m officially wooking it. This was the night of the 26th so I’m already pissed that I’m missing Atlanta and hoping somehow we can make it to Raleigh by the next day.
No chance in hell that happened. We were stranded in Gaffney, SC for 2 nights. The night of the 26th and 27th me this dude and his dog found a prime little ditch where we slept. God it was depressing. During the day we panhandled and went around to Churches trying to collect money to get us the $200. You know it’s the Dirty South so there are churches at every corner. Most of these church’s did everything they could for us and I was very thankful. I think by the 27th they were ready to get us off their streets because we walked that entire town over the course of 2 days. It was a stressful couple of days.
I was in contact periodically with my family throughout these 2 nights Finally on the afternoon of the 28th my sister lets me know that my last check was mailed to their house so they agreed to Western Union you us $200 to get my car out. Thank God. I was under strict orders to get my car and come home immediately.
We get the car out and the guy was actually pretty cool that towed our car, but still was cashing in on us out of towners. That’s what this whole ordeal was. All they wanted was $. This never showed up on my record or anything. Shady.
The wook stranger began looking through car like crazy when we got it to see if all of his belongings were still there. Sadly I’m pretty sure that’s all he owned. Everything was there…including something I wasn’t aware of. He said look what I found. My 1/4 sheet of L. I was like WTF. How did they not know what this was. I guess this little podunk town was clueless. That’s some serious time right there if they find that plus it’s my car. Shit. Now I just look back and laugh and can definitely relate to String Cheese’s Texas.
“Get me out of this small town South Carolina Town” “Cause they don’t know what they’ve found”
So time to head home right? Yeah right time to get to the Burgh. After all I went through I was seeing one more show dammitt. With all the money that we panhandled for and the money that the church’s gave us we barely made it to Pittsburgh. That L came in handy on the loooong drive from Gaffney, SC to Pittsburgh, PA. Boy Phish rewarded me that night.
