Holy crap! I wrote a really long story for the hell of it.
Let’s just say that I’ve been listening to waaaaay too much Fleetwood Mac lately.
The absolutely best part of the story is when the song he wrote about me came on the radio while we were physically fighting.
That was the hysterical part. What are the odds that that song would play while he was holding my throat against a windshield? I mean, so what it reached #1 back in 2002? Even in my slightly incapacitated state, I found the irony perfect.
I guess this would be the worst part of the story. He held his hand against my throat long enough to make me start to black out but our drummer, Seth, flew out of what seemed like the second story balcony of the hotel and body slammed Ryan to the ground. It seriously was like Spiderman shit. I saw Seth coming in and my eyes must have widened to the size of saucers. Ryan really had no idea what was about to hit him.
They wrestled around on the floor for awhile and the parking lot (more…)