Folklore is just that...Until you prove it!

If you know me, you may have heard me talk about the Allman Brothers Band and their arrest and later jailing in my small hometown way back when I was just a young lad. Well, to be honest, most of my generation thought it was just small town folklore and that "supposedly" they had signed their names on the wall inside a cell. Well, it was just that, folklore, until one hallowed Saturday night in mid July 1990. The details are sketchy, but somehow I ended up in the city slammer by a Deacon in my church who doubled as a Policeman and Taxidermist. As I was awaiting the wrath of my mom in my 5x5 I began to look around if I was in "the cell". I looked around on three of the four walls -- nothing. Well, except for a phone number for Tawanda promising a good time. But, I still had one more to go and as I sat on the cot, which felt like sitting on shard glass, singing Ramblin' Man (I didn't have much else to do), I couldn't believe it. There it was...next to several speckles of blood...a few illegible signatures surround by something like this (remember, the details were sketchy) "The Allman Brothers". I believe the date was included by I was distracted by the bellowing of "Where is BRAD!!!!!!!" Anyway, the story is about the Allman Brothers not me, plus that's just not very interesting. So, I took my story of life on the edge and the ultimate find back to the masses. I think over half of our class got arrested at some point after that....well, I made that up.

And, now, to prove it to you. Read this. It has some pretty funny lines. Enjoy the read and one of my favorite songs below.