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Intro

We had just pulled up in front of our hotel in Huntsville, Alabama, and our manager went to check us in. I was tired, extremely exhausted, from the road. The party lifestyle I had been indulging in for years certainly had imposed its share of wear and tear, and it was beginning to take a toll on me. I was rundown and wanted to rest, but I knew that we had to go out this evening. It’s just something the band did. We would find a bar, usually be given VIP status, and once in, we would mingle with fans. We were on tour with Three Doors Down at the time, and we were indeed making a reputation for ourselves. But this night was different. I just didn’t want to go out. I asked my tour manager at the time if I could have the night off. I didn’t much feel like partying. His response was, “Absolutely.” “As a matter of fact,” he added, “here’s the key to the hotel room, and it’s all yours for the night. Me and the guys will be staying on the bus. Just make sure to meet us back down here at 10:00 am for bus call.”

I grabbed a backpack and threw some clothes in it, excited to have a room to myself for the night and finally get some rest. This rest was much needed after the prolonged chaos of life on the road. I made my way up to the hotel’s second floor, entered the room, and set my bag down. After a few moments of sitting on the bed, I decided that I was going to take a bath ... but before continuing this story, I need to go back to the beginning.