Was scouting the Grandaddy news page and came across this post from Jason Lyttle the singer/guitarist.
1-15-01 I'm sitting in my bedroom on a beautiful day. It's sunny and I'm well rested and smiling. Much different from what I was doing yesterday at this time which is getting out of jail. I'm not kidding. Our friend Aaron, from the great Los Angeles band Earlimart, came to town on Sunday night. He and I were driving around listening to the tremendous new record by the Radar Brothers and some Super Furry Animals. Really pleasant. We stopped at Viera's, a local bar, and started drinking and talking to friends. I got pretty drunk and asked Aaron for the keys to his truck so that I could go pass out. Tim, our keyboard player, had met us down there and so they all stayed in and shot the shit and some pool. Afterword there was a move to the house of a friend so that people could drink more and do some dancing. Despite the overtures of a few, I chose to stay asleep in the truck. After a while, a friend came out to make sure I was alright, and we're talking. He's got a beer in his hand, standing in the street when a squad car rolls up. The two cops were kind of hassling him about drinking in public. He explains that he's just checking on a friend, so of course they start asking me questions. I explain the deal to them, about how they shouldn't worry about it, I'm just being alone, listening to some tunes. You know, at least I'm not driving. They tell me to get out of the truck and they're asking if I'm drunk, and I'm saying yeah, definitely, whatever. They tell my friend to go get the "homeowner". We're downtown at a complex with a bunch of small apartments, and more cops are arriving, so of course people are starting to come out of the house, wondering what's going on. They tell me that I'm going to the drunk tank for Public Intoxication, and I'm explaining to them that I wouldn't be in public in the first fucking place if they hadn't been so insistent that I get out of the truck. Turns out "public drunkenness" is being drunk anywhere outside of your house, according to the couple of geniuses I was dealing with. Seems like a fairly arbitrary kind of ordinance, but no matter, 'cuz this is where it starts to get interesting.
I'm cuffed now, so no big deal, I'll just sleep in a cell for a few hours until morning. I just want to make sure I can give my keys to Aaron so that he'll eventually have a place to stay when he wants to go to sleep. I yelled at Tim that I was getting arrested, and him and Aaron start approaching the sidewalk. I'm trying to get my keys out of my pocket and hand them to Aaron, and the cops are getting pissed off, shouting at Aaron to stay back and hollering at me to sit down on the curb and face forward. Absolutely ridiculous, but I do it because the cops are really starting to flair up, like maybe they're wanting to kick some ass.
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