Donny,

I agreed to fill in for a guy with a country band playing at a very popular bar in Dallas. Midway through the first set a couple got into an argument over a pool game. The next thing we know the woman is chasing the guy around the pool table and shooting at him. Our lead guitar play liked to strangle himself on the way out - forgot to unplug before running.

We all ran like hell. When I got home I was repacking my gear and discovered a bullet crease on my ride cymble! (I was a drummer in my heyday) I decided right then and there never again would you catch me at a gig where there was sawdust on the floor. Yea, in Texas we really had places like that.

I was on another gig when the place burned down. There were some who never got out.

Hammer