Va. Beach 97

At Va. Bch. '97 the morning of the show, we were eating at a nice place somewhere near the boardwalk. My buddy who had accidently ate almost a whole sheet , and had been tripping and living in a shed in his yard alone for the last six months, gets convinced there is a microphone in his food. He says we all need to leave. As we are walking back to this old VW bus he asks my friend if there are any doses in our vehicle. My friend says, yeah, a few. My tripping buddy immediately starts hollering that we need to blow up our van, and accuses my girlfriend of being in the CIA, and me of having a gun. We go back to the KOA, where he starts smoking opium and saying very weird things about people on the radio talking to him and shit. He demands we take him to the airport. I told him once we got in the show he would calm down, but he insisted on the airport. Thing was, all our tickets for like the next 7 shows were at will call under his name. To make a long story short we pull into Newport News airport and he dives from the van at like 40 mph and does about 4 somersaults across the sidewalk right in front of about 50 people. He then proceeds to buy a ticket, but won't tell us where he is going. Then he says his money is marked and gave us like 500 dollars. He then broke his credit card into and thru it in the garbage because he though the FBI was tracking him with it. It was funny later, because we taped it together to get our tickets later. He is now fine, by the way he flew to Cincinatti for some reason.