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With this article we have reached the end, for now, of The Saga. If you want to catch up, here’s Part 1 , Part 2 , and Part 3.

So after my guitar buddy was sentenced to a year in jail for that weed thing. He had a girlfriend and a baby at this time, so he got Huber Release [Huber is commonly referred to as “work release”, but it extends well beyond just employment] from jail for child care, and his girlfriend would be working while he got to spend time with the kids. Well I would go there and hang out after work with him and jam and shit and then he would leave to go back to jail for the night when his girlfriend got home. I was in love with her so I would stay there with her. That worked out great for the longest time, till he got done with his sentence.

Then he found out what was going on, he could only see her in passing, if she was there he couldn’t be there, so like I say this is a crazy world. Anyways there was a party going on there one night, and when he got drunk he started bitching about me and her, and he was saying “Do you really want to leave this for him?” and he whipped his dick out. Thing is, the babysitter that they had hired to watch the kids during the party was in the room and she was a 16 year old girl, she called the cops and he went away for a long time. I ended up with a restraining order from him and his girlfriend so that fucked everything up and I didn’t see any of those people for a few years after that.

Then about five years later I am married off to a different woman and have two sons, I never got my daughter back, but I know her now and she loves me and I love her so it works out in the end. But when I was married I had a studio room in our house and I had a Tascam 4-track recorder thing and would jam out in there all the time. One day I came across this cassette labelled June 30, 1993 and remembered that was that band and that was a 4-track, so I played it and low and behold these songs I am sharing with you are on there.

Now I had not heard these songs for five years or so and kind of forgotten about them. Then I am watching the TV on Halloween, the news is on. They are doing a report about registered sex offenders handing out halloween candy against the law, ’cause they are not supposed to have any contact with kids. And what do I see, the news cameras are following some kids live on TV to the door of a registered sex offender, they knock on the door, trick or treat! And my buddy the runaway guitar guy answers the door, the cops come in and say “That’s him” and jump on top of him and arrest him right there on live TV. I’m like fuck, wow, I just found that tape, and now this.

So I go onto the internet and see if i can find his number since i know what city he lives in now, and sure enough I find it. I wait about a week, and give it a call, he answers the phone, I don’t say anything and I play one of these songs for him. When it’s done, he says “Who is this, where did you get that?” And I told him it was me, and hes like “Sleazy! All right! Let’s get together”. So he comes and visits my house a week or so later, he was only in jail for the night on a PO hold, but the TV made it look bad, but he has a new band, actually two of them. He is a drummer in one of them and plays guitar in the other, they are both instrumental bands, with no singing.

As he is checking out where I live, which was a nice house on the shore of Lake Michigan. I had my own private beach and it was awesome, anyways, he’s like we should have a party here and have my bands play and I know other bands. So knowing me, that’s what we did. We had an awesome party with three live bands in my back yard, a big old bonfire on the beach, had a great time, At the end of the show my guitar friend buttfucked his bass player right there in front of everyone, like what the fuck. I don’t know what the hell that was. I didn’t see him again for ten years after that.

The next time I saw him was at my friend Verle’s house. I don’t know what he was doing there, but him and his girlfriend were looking for a ride, and being me, I gave them a ride to her place. They invited me in so I went in, and they were all wacked out on crack cocaine. They had a couple of hits each there for themselves and when that was gone, his girlfriend is saying “Who can i sell my pussy to, so we can get some more?”. That was time for me to go. And I haven’t seen him since. It’s too bad, he used to be a good dude. But like I keep saying, life is crazy. Last time I talked to him that night he told me he had completely gave up the guitar and he only plays drums now.

It’s a shame. He was a great guitar player, I dare say he may have been even better than Hendrix. The guitar solo in this one is tremendous, if that isn’t a bitchin guitar solo starting around 3:30, I don’t know what a bitching guitar solo is!

Here’s “Not Cool”.

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