My band in high school was led by a sax player... He was the, biggest, the most motivated and the most confident among us. We used to play these frat parties near San Diego which always got crashed by Navy guys and Marines from the bases nearby. Something happened at one of the shows down there, I guess I caused a fight, and Mike (the sax player) got really upset on the way home. We were on the 405 freeway, and he told Mark, the guitarist, to slow down for a second. When Mark did, he flung the VW bus's sliding door open and booted me out of the bus! I rolled like a basketball. Until I hit a phone box. Come to think of it, he's never apologized for that. I should call him.

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