I’m Leaving Right After This Drink
Where it all started
Volume One goes back to the beginning — Granite City, Illinois, a blue-collar steel town just across the river from St. Louis, where a normal, awkward kid fell hard for rock and roll and never looked back. From homemade Budweiser Halloween costumes and a first white Fender to forty-ouncers, first concerts, and the day he decided a haircut and a real job could wait, it’s the origin story of a life lived at full volume — told the way the best bar stories are: loud, honest, a little reckless, and always with one more round in it.
“It’s just before two in the morning, and I’m the only living soul who’s supposed to be inside this building.”
The people who were there
We weren’t making memories on purpose. We were just screwing around. Turns out that was exactly how the best memories got made.
I can genuinely say I’ve drank more beer in his white Monte Carlo than in any car I’ve ever been in.
I got arrested for this dude. That’s a true friend.