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I worked with a guy during the day that played in a country band at night on the weekends. Dave. He was quite the accomplished guitar player.

Im driving back from a drug deal about 50 miles north of Clearwater Fl. What can I say. It was the '80's. Im going about 65 on the highway and a german sheperd runs out in front of my truck! I hit that poor dog so hard I felt all 4 wheels leave the ground!.

I had done a few lines of pure primo coke before I got in the truck and my heart is about to leap out of my chest! I take the next exit and pull into the first bar I see. Its a red neck bar. Now at the time my hair was about 2 ft long and jet black.

I walk in and whose band is playing? Daves. Fucking guy sees me and announces to the crowd " Hey yall! The lead singer from Molly Hatchet just walked in!".

Molly hatchet had gotten their start as a bar band in Tampa about 10 years before and gained a respectable national following in the Southern Rock genre.

Now Im whacked on coke. A nervous wreck from hitting that poor dog. And I have 100 rednecks and their girlfriends shouting "git on up there and sang a song boy!". Fucking Dave. I never did get him back for that.

I shouted something about my contract and split before it got shitty. And it would have. Although this just reminded me of another story he figures in that I'll tell tomorrow.