We (being me, whirly and my brotherinlaw Eric), drove out to the desert, and checked into our sleazy Motel 6. Darkstarexodus called us right after we got there, and after one or two misturnings, we found the bus stop and grabbed him. After a 60 hour bus ride, the first priorty for DSE was a good, hot scrubbing, so we took him back, washed him up, and went out to find some dinner and booze.



So we headed west, back towards Palm Springs, looking for The Beer Hunter, which supposedly had a world class selection of fine ales. We found it, and right across the street was this mexican place, Las Casuelas, that I used to eat at all the time as a kid when we vacationed out in Palm Springs. It was decent, but we all skipped on the $25 a shot top shelf tequila. We retired across the street for some beer, but La Quinta being a resort town, they were charging $12 a bottle for Chimay, so we drank up and headed to the grocery store where they had Mandarin Orange Skyy vodka on sale.



Now, Eric, he has this amazing apparatus , a vaporiser. It's particularly useful for consuming smokable herb substances in close quarters, as it doesn't actually produce smoke, merely 'vapor'... therefore, it gets you higher, faster with less smoky by products.



So, we go back to the hotel room, and hooked up Erics Apparatus, and proceded to get nice and toasted, when a couple of friends of Erics called on the cell phone to say they were in Coachella. When Eric had told us that they were camping, we assumed that like the other campers, they'd be in the camp ground. No. They were planning on camping in a parking lot.



Now, in order to understand the scene at the motel, you have to know a few things about Indio, where the Coachella music festival is located. It's a tiny desert community that's around 75% hispanic and 25% elderly retired people (old people like the desert, I don't know why), with a total population of around 50,000 people. Now, the music festival is attended by nearly 100,000 people, so yes, the towns population trebles over the weekend. That explains the newscast on the local station we watched, where they had "LIVE TEAM COVERAGE!" of the crowds and traffic for the festival. Seriously, they made it sound like the invasion of Iraq, only with hippies and in a different desert.



So the hotel was a giant party. It had been booked solid for months in advance, and they had 1 security guard, an elderly guy, who started working there that day. He really only had 1 mission, and that was to keep people who were actually holding alcoholic beverages inside their rooms. He failed.



Then Erics friends show up. They come up to the room carrying not 1, but 2 coolers. My first thought is, 'I hope these freaks don't think they're sleeping here'. I'd never met them. THey were a couple, a girl, like 21, and her boyfriend. I don't know how old he his. We really didn't talk to him at all. He was too busy standing outside our room with a glass of vodka and hitting on every woman who walked by, even the two girls who were holding hands and stopping frequently to kiss. It got annoying in a hurry to have the security guard come up and tell him to take his drink inside, and after they told us they really had no interest in the chemical brothers and were really, reallly looking forward to Coldplay, I told them they had to leave.



They left, and we went back to getting blazed and watching the SIngles DVD, and I heard some excitment from the parking lot. I opened the door, and they're down in their van having a screaming, Jerry Springer arguement. They had a crowd of concert freaks watching. I closed and bolted the door. My next mistake was opening it when the chick knocked. She was completely drunk, slurring, crying, and we were like, wow, it sucks to be you, while Eric went out to see what the fuck was wrong with her guy. we told her she could chill out for a while, until her drunk idiot boyfriend passed out. Whirly was completely disgusted by the display of drama, and went off to take a shower.



So, we're chilling, and about 10 minutes later, right after whirly got out of the shower and I took an epic hit of weed, there's a loud banging on the door. I look through the peep hole. I turn away from the door, to the inquiring faces of DSE, Whirly and the drunk chick, without saying a word, I grab Erics Apparatus and shove it under the table, because, what I saw through the peephole, was 3 Indio Police Officers. I engage the door chain, and open the door 4 inches. 'CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR ALL THE WAY PLEASE?', uhm, ok, I close the door, unhook the chain, and brace myself for a COPS style take down by these 3 storm troopers. I open the door, 'Can I help you officers?' clouds of ganja scented air waft out... not too terrible, thanks to the apparatus, but still, it smelled like Dave Chappelles laundry hamper. 'Yeah, we recieved a call from security that there was a fight in the parking lot, and one of the participants was in this room'. I was like, 'Oh, you mean her? We don't know her at all. She's a friend of a friend, some guy we met, she just came up here, we don't even know where her friend is, here, take her! Take her! take her!' and I shove the chick out with the cops, and start to close the door... the cop stops me, 'Hold on a second' I'm like, uhm, 'OK', and he's like, 'So, you're out here for the music festival, huh?' and I was like, 'Uh, yeah' he says "yeah, I saw the Cure their last year" and I go, 'Oh man, I saw the Cure about 10 years ago, it was one of the best shows I've ever been to. They played for almost 4 hours straight' and the pig goes, 'Yeah, they were pretty good', then the other cop finished talking to the chick, and the one I was talking to goes, 'If she needs a place to sleep tonight, can she stay with you guys?' and at that point, I would have given him head to get rid of him, so I was like, 'Oh yeah, sure, no problem'.



He finally left, and I did like 3 shots of vodka in a row, then dusted a joint off in about 2 minutes flat.



and that was our drama for the weekend. When my brotherinlaw came back, I was sorely tempted to throw his ass out of the room, since it was his fault that I had to talk to the police while high, but I was too relieved to be as pissed off as I was entitled to be.

A friend of mine has 1 of those vaporizers, they are fucking wicked!!!



Nice story stash, bit of a headfuck!!! Imagine that, not only could you have gone to prison, but more importantly you'd have missed the brothers!!!



Thats unthinkable ;-)

hah, what a nice story. seems that coachella is good for stories... :D



thank you, stash

Young_fan Escribi�:

A friend of mine has 1 of those vaporizers, they are fucking wicked!!!



Nice story stash, bit of a headfuck!!! Imagine that, not only could you have gone to prison, but more importantly you'd have missed the brothers!!!



Thats unthinkable ;-)

When I was talking to the cops, I kept thinking, 'Damn, I should have swallowed all the druqs before I opened the door!!'



Glad I didn't.

X-D X-D X-D



excellent story - nothing wosre than coming face to face with the old bill when your off your face on drugs.



i remember when we were driving back from the chems kosovo benefit gig at the scala, i had half an ounce of skunk down my pants and a south african in the boot (dont ask! it was a lift fuck up and he had no way to get home) - it was right after the brixton nail bomb and 4.00am driving out of london we got pulled by some heavy duty armed police officers who marched my mate who was driving and mchebne who was the passenger out the car and spread eagled them over the bonnet, while we sat there with guns pointing at out heads with our hands on the seats in front! 8O (i was also off my tits, so this was pretty scary X-D)



fortunately my mate who was driving was a well spoken lad from the home counties so we managed to explain what we were doing - we were ordered to drop the south african off at the train station round the corner. we drove off, but decided to leave him in there, i mean we werent gonna get pulled again were we? sure enough 5 mins later a different set of coppers pulled us! we blagged it and said we were just dropping him off, and we'd just been pulled over by some different old bill etc etc, so they let us go - at that point paranoia kicked in so we left the south african and his mate at a train station, and missioned out of londoind asap - was just super chuffed they didnt have sniffer dogs in them or id have been in deep schtuck!!



moral of the story - when driving home from a chems gig, dont do it with soft drugs down your pants or a south african in the boot ;)

South African in the boot.... that's fuckin hilarious.

he was a nutbar as well - we bought some pills of this really dangerous looking geezer in the club which didnt work, and when that happens u just kind of forget about it and get some more dont you, - not this hardy springbok, he stormed straight up to him and demanded his money back - which he got!! nutter!!



didint bloody get my cash back though X-D

In california, at $20 a pill, you not only get your money back, you get the bastard that sold em to ya in da fork.

$20!! thats well pricey - there about �2 a pop here. noi wonder all the kids are on drugs - a double vodka redbull cost me �6.80 at the end last week - have to take out a mortgage just to get pissed.



do u guys get mdma powder? the pills over here got a bit snidey, so we started doing more of that (well, i did till i gave up!) - much more rushy and lovey and bit less gurny.

I've had the powder a couple of times, but it's kinda iffy buying it out here, cuz people will put crystal meth in a cap and try and sell it as e, if you don't know what it looks like.

X-D X-D X-D



Good times, good times!

I thought those people were related to you and whirly not tim. haha good to hear the story a second time

no no, not Tim, they were friends of my brother in law.

Well and perfectly told, 'stash. Captured the moment perfectly. I was near shitting myself when you put the apparatus pretty much right behind my legs. I sat pretty much perfectly still and managed not to stain one of my few pair of underwear I brought along!