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Was was the best experience you ever had, touring with the dead?  

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That's impossible to figure out. There were so many. So many special show's,special people and special places. My brain goes into meltdown just trying to pick one
So it''s a story ya want hey.  Your just like Learyfan

Alright this one's not really a a great experiance ,but it involves being saved in the strangest of ways. I said in an earlier thread that i felt as though the work we were doing involved an otherworldly protection. Like sometimes thing's happened that averted us from disaster and they happen so regulary that they can't be chalked up to coincedence. Below is one such incident.

This story find's us at the LA sport's arena in 94. It's a nasty venue and the cops are out in force. People are getting busted left and right for stupid shit like smoking weed. And there taking them to jail!!!!!This is a Dead show for christ sakes what did they expect. There everywhere, the only other venue i had seen with such a strong police presence was St. Loius. Any body that even look's like there selling drug's are getting shook down and busted. We spred the word out quick that nobody should sell quanity on the lot. That's fine and dandy, cus i got a couple of gram's in paper(20,000doses) and other asorted drugs in my backpack. I tell my old lady let's head back to the van and put this pack in there so i'm not so fuckin paranoid. Were walking down shakedown and on the way to the parking lot where our van is and here come's my friend i'll call Al. Well the show before LA we were in oakland and Al had gotten busted for something small and I bailed him out of jail. No big deal i only had to shell out like a few hundred buck's and he said he would pay it back and i was like whenever ,take your time. Well here comes Al and as he see's me he reaches in his pocket pull's out some cash and hand's it to me. I'm like cool bro you got a ticket and were talkin and 3 cops walk up and say what you selling? I'm like nothin , and they say we just saw him give you money. I'm like shittttttttttt. They grab me and start pattin me down and tell me there going to search my backpack. I knew i was fucked and was probably going to prison for this.They unzip my pack and are getting ready to seach it Then some drunk guy come's up just like he's sent from the mothership.
He start's tellin the cops there asshole's and they shouldn't be fuckin with deadhead's. He's gettin all worked up and he's very drunk. He start's screamin at them and a croud has gathered by this time and my old lady's crying cuz she think's i'm going to jail. This guy must have been crazy because he is screamin and then he takes a beer bottle and smashes it on the ground. This made them stop searching me and start yelling at him to get the fuck out of there or he's going to jail. He scream's something like fuck you pigs and spit's on one of them. They were all three on top of him quicker than shit. I calmly walk off with my pack and my girlfriend as there wrestling with this guy, who's giving them quite a fight. I tell a friend to find out who he is so i can bail him out of jail. I go put my pack in my van and go into the show. It was one of the best show's of my life. Musically it wasn't very good and the band wasn't on cue ,but I still had my freedom.