You have some unbelievable stories! I've led a very sheltered life by comparison.That's killer! I like the guy 'Trashcan', very fitting. Back in my Dark Ages I was the substitute drummer for a band that got the gig to play for the Devil's Disciples up in a 'rented' former farm outside Rochester. They were celebrating one of their own being released from Attica. A most restricted venue. The only non-Disciples was the band. They had everything set up. All we had to do was plug and play. A lot of them were musicians and most were real good. We could tell because we witnessed their soundcheck. They could've done the gig themselves but they didn't have a drummer. They asked permission to join the band about two hours into the gig. They were great. Their vocalists blew ours away! Everybody was well behaved and nobody got out of line. We were fed good, drank good non-alcohol beverages (their insistence for the band). We got 500 bucks each for a four hour gig and ate like kings. The problem came when we left the gig. Highway Patrol and Sheriff's guys pulled us over just outside the gate. They were gonna search the trailer and van. They didn't ask either. They questioned all of us relentlessly. As usual we refused to answer any questions. The cops are separating us further away from each other. Then the approach of a ton of bikers roll up on us and surround the cops. More and more bikers show up. Two of them walk right up to the boss cop. Turns out those two bikers are lawyers and shut the cops down. We get an escort of about a hundred bikes for over 20 miles till we hit Rochester.