sometimes, a memory will just flood into my head. i saw a drummer throw his sticks into the audience and this is the memory that resulted from it.

many years ago, in a fit of rockstar passion, i threw a pair of sticks into the audience.

over-hand.

hard.

drunk guy walks up to me as i'm packing up, giddy as a 16 year-old girl at a jonas brothers show.

he's got a welt on his forehead, about the size of a large walnut.

he's also got one of my sticks in his hand.

"dude! that was so RAD YOU HIT ME IN THE HEAD WITH YOUR STICK DUDE F*CKIN AWESOME CAN YOU SIGN MY HEAD?"

i kid you not. i could have taken the guy's eye out, and he just wanted me to sign the welt. i apologized profusely, counted my blessings and vowed to never do such a thing again.

i spent the next week praying to God that there would be no phone call from dewey, cheatham & howe, esq.