I Was in a Band with the Worst Drummer Ever

made up this big hoopla story that I didn't even know what it was, I didn't even bother to read it. All I know is that my face came up in the National Enquirer. They came out and interviewed us. That was the only time the band ever made it big, when that son of a bitch decided to kill all those people in Luby's Cafeteria. Is that crazy or what? They came out and interviewed Julie and James, and they weren't even together anymore. Then they interviewed Blake, John, the bass player and then they came out and they interviewed me. I had every kind of reporter coming out and finding me where I lived, these complete strangers and asking me all about this. One woman in particular came in and introduced herself, she said "You're the one that knows George Hennard?" I said, "Yes, I do." She gets on the phone and calls and says, "I'm at the house of the ex-lover of the guy that killed all those people at Luby's." I took that phone out of her hand and hung it up and basically escorted her out. I swear to God, they bugged us for the longest time. Everybody who knew the band or was a band member got questioned to death. It almost broke up our friendship. When were brought together under these circumstances, the energy was just weird as shit.

Is anyone else from the band in any other bands these days?
No, actually, I haven't heard from Blake and James turned out to be smoking crack and I haven't heard from John.