Back in 1992, I was just finishing up @ ASU and didn’t have much money. My buddy, Stan, didn’t go to college. He started working at Fry’s Grocery in High School. By now he was night manager and making some pretty good jack.
Well, Stan, his two brothers and 3 other guys were going to go to the Guns – N – Roses concert @ Compton Terrace. They were going to get a keg and party up. I couldn’t go because of lack of cash, but they wanted a sober driver. I reluctantly agreed. I really didn’t want to spend the night in their van, (because I couldn’t afford a ticket), but as long as they had the keg – sure. (Great sober driver, huh? Man, times have changed)
Stan and his group pull up in front of my house in a van and immediately his 2 brothers run up the street. I’m like, WTF? Then they turn around and run as fast as they can, jumping on the bumper, then on the hood, and run all the way down the top, making huge dents in the new van.
I yell at Howie (the older brother), what’s going on. He screams back at me, already 2 sheets to the wind “JUST WALK AWAY! JUST WALK AWAY, MAN!”
I’m like “Okay pal, ya wanna throw down or what?” He started laughing hysterically, “No JUST WALK AWAY!!”
Howie had rented the van from a very well known rental car place. They asked him if he wanted to buy their insurance. He told them no, that he had ample insurance. Then they made the mistake in telling him that it is only like $12 and if anything happens, any damage at all, that he can just walk away. Howie asked them to repeat what he had thought he had just heard. “You mean to tell me…that for only $12….that if there is any damage….any damage at all to the van, that I just walk away and owe nothing more?” “Yessir that is absolutely correct.”
Of course he paid the $12 and the group said that they wanted to get their fun out of the van, so they had stomping contests on it.
Holy crap, that thing looked like it was in a demolition derby.
Anyways, I start driving to Compton with the group inside. A friend of Howie’s pulls up next to us on the Superstition and Howie yells out the window “This is a rental!”
His pals start rummaging through their car and pulls up real close to the van and start hucking big ass batteries at the van. I’m doing like 70 and these a-holes are pelting the van with batteries. Man I was starting to get pissed because I wasn’t drinking yet and everyone else was plowed.
We pull into the huge dirt parking lot @ Compton and open up the van doors. We soon became very popular and start selling beers from the keg for like a buck. After about 2 hours the Tribal Police came over and confiscated the keg. Concert was about to start, so they all left. I then realized all of the money we mad over selling beers and bought a ticket at the door. Had a blast at the concert – met some hotties and we partied till dawn in the “Party Van.” I would have loved to see the faces of the Rental Car salesmen when he returned that poor van.
That whole night was so surreal, and one of the funnest and funniest times I can remember.