You've been served your ass::

Nothing makes me pissed-er than when I have to spend a significant amount of money on some shit that's not even remotely my fault, and there's literally nothing I can do about it.

Like when, in an effort to find a parking spot close to a venue we were supposed to play in one night (because incidentally the last time we had played at that particular place some bullshit suburb cop gave me crap about double parking in front of the venue, even though the street was crazy wide, clearly wide enough for any partially trained motorist, or say, a monkey driving a mac truck, to make it through around me with relative ease, and the cop was "nice enough" to not give me a ticket... asshole) I made a u-turn at a stop-light where there were literally no other cars at the intersection, and this cop comes down from like a block and half a way to give me a ticket, even though there were no signs posted stating the illegality of such a turn at that particular intersection.

Now, normally, I would go to court andsay something like, "clearly this idiot cop made a mistake since there is absolutely no sign signifying that u-turns are illegal there, and therefore I demand the she be shot and killed," but in this particular situation, the venue had been so goddamn far away, that there was no way I could get to the courthouse by 9 AM. And even if I could, the money I would have had to spend getting there and missing work to plead my case would have outweighed the cost of the ticket anyway.

So, basically, I was screwed.

I got screwed again tonight, and I wish there was a time in recent memory that I had said those words and meant it in a good way.

Anyhow, so we're playing at a venue in a very popular town, as far as nightlife goes, and parking is scarce. As I'm finishing loading my equipment in, I notice a parking spot right in the venue's lot. I quickly pull in, and carefully check the sign in front of the spot which reads "Reserved Parking Mon-Fri, 9AM to 5PM." This was at about 10:30 on Saturday night. So, silly me, I assumed that since it was neither Monday, nor Friday, nor anyday in between those two days, nor was it between the hours of 9Am to 5PM, that I could park there.

Silly Dapp, tricks are for asshole club owners.

So I emerge from the venue some time later, after having played with the Blue Method and, in an unrelated side story, totally dominated, only to find my car.... not there. It had been towed.

Apparently, the spot I had parked in "belonged" to the club owner, and he decided that since he had in no way marked the spot signifying his ownership of it, or made any attempt to notify us about the parking policy, or that said policy actually diametrically contradicted what was posted on the actual wall in front of the actual spot in multiple places, that he had the right to have my car towed at my expense.

That seems logical, right?

Yeah, not so much from my perspective. So I calmly, and by calmly here I mean in a violent uncontrollable rage, inquire with several parties employed by the club how I could get this silly misunderstanding resolved. They repond that the only person who can resolve it for me is the club owner who, conveniently, is indisposed for the rest of the night.

So I call the tow company. A guy answers as if I'd woken him from a deep sleep.... this is the number on the sign on the wall mind you... and tells me that there's no way I can get my car until the next day at 8 AM. Also, it's going to cost me 150 smackers, which is exactly half of the money the club owner had just paid us to play for two hours at his club. That's what he paid the whole band. And when he handed us the money he said he had "bumped it up" to that price. Cause he's such a nice fuckin' guy. Yeah, what a peach.

It's my own fault, really. Because of my complete disregard for some made up rules which were never posted or made known in any conceivable way, I got screwed again.

So basically, not only do you totally rape us for our services as entertainers. But then you also, in a show of complete disregard for your own posted rules, fuck me personally right up the butt. So thanks a million, always a pleasure working with you.

Anyway, so now I had to rearrange my whole weekend schedule, which suck to begin with, in order to accomodate a trip to some tow yard way the hell far from my house, and lose 150 bucks in the process.

So I'm thinking that, in the very likely event that either I'm unable to get ahold of this guy to ask him to pay the tow cost, or that I do get a hold of him and he refuses to pay it, I might sue him.

After all he owns a very profitable club. He's got mad money. And hey, I'm supposed to work this sunday, I could lose my job. All because of that stupid jerkoff needing to excercise his ego. Well, I'd like to witness the shrinking of that ego when he sees the subpoena. Hey, buddy. You've been served.... your ass.