He took pictures with us, in case we killed him during the night . HIGH SCHOOL HELLCATS
Something Is Rotn In San Francisco In September 1999, the Reely Rotnz set out from Kingsville, Texas to San Francisco, California to rap up shooting on their video for the single Masturbation . The first journey for the trio was a milestone in their now five-year commitment. Little did they
know then, that it would be a true test of friendship, loyalty, and the thing we musician s call Being on the Road . Somewhere in New Mexico it began to get very windy. We had all our equipment in the back of the pick-up and it seemed to be fine. We proceeded to bullshit amongst each other till Henry noticed something fly out of the truck. James reassured us that it was only one of the trash bags that was covering his amp. Again, Henry says he saw something fly out! James quickly turned around and said, Uh, that was Jimmy s guitar! We immediately pulled into a ditch with tons of traffic speeding by. I then stepped up to my guitar and had to make a decision, step into traffic and save my Les Paul or let the eighteen wheeler semi-truck doing ninety eat it for lunch. James yelled at me to get it, so I reached out and saved my axe! Other mishaps followed, but nothing like what we were in store for. We finally reached San Francisco after thirty-seven hours on the road. That was just the beginning. San Francisco was beautiful, as soon as we woke up the next morning and walked out into the streets, we joked that we didn t want to leave. We had breakfast and went to our first location, an apartment belonging to one of the directors. The model that was doing the scene with Henry didn t want anyone there but her boyfriend and the crew, because of the nude scenes. James and myself were asked to leave. We had only been awake in SF for about four hours and we were being pushed out into the strange streets. So we walked. Porn stores galore! Need I say more? James was hypnotized and I couldn t get him out of the sex shops. So I walked alone. I found a couple of thrift stores, bookstores and talked with a couple of bums before I headed back to the apartment. When
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to believe the place was probably haunted. Across the lobby, finally, like a mirage in the desert, I saw the office. But we still had a good half-hour before he would let us get to sleep. He told us all about the painting of a naked woman on the wall, and he showed us the two-way mirror in the room we were going to sleep in. He took pictures with us, in case we killed him during the night , and kept asking if we were psychopaths, which I took as some sick form of reverse psychology. I really thought he was going to try something while we were sleeping. So as I laid down on the floor with a pocketknife in my hand, and finally, somehow, dozed off, after I heard him lightly snoring in the other room. Before I knew it, I awoke to the sounds of a truck passing outside. It was early morning, and we were all alive. Nothing completely out of the ordinary happened to us well, OK, something a little out of the ordinary happened. Our drummer swears that sometime during the night, she woke up and felt something pushing her down. She said she couldn t move or breath. While she might have only been dreaming, she thinks it was a ghost. And to be honest, that place was creepy enough that I pretty much believe her. Melissa Flanzraich, High School Hellcats (Baltimore)