We were working this haunting in Long Island, and me and Sam begged the old man to let us go to the city for once. Somehow, we convince him to let us go. So, we all go. We all, you know, see all the sights, and ride the subway, eat too much pizza. The whole nine. Well, by about midnight, Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure… Screw it. I’m going to CBGB. All right, so I get there. I sneak in, and it is nuts. I mean, people are drinking and they’re smoking and they’re snorting whatever. There’s a 500-pound guy on stage with a Mohawk just screaming. And my mind is blown. I don’t even know what to do. Then this girl walks up and she says, “Hey, why don’t you come over and sit down with me and my friends at our table?” All right! Yeah, and they get him drunk. First time. But not fun drunk. I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke forever. And right about that time, I hear him.
