Today I got a text message from my sister.  ”Are You In Jail?”, it said.  ”Not today”, I sent back.  

Minutes later she called me saying that my grandpa, who I’ve seen once in over fifteen years got a call from a guy claiming to be me.  So this fellah, claiming to be me tells my grandpa who I’ve seen once in over fifteen years that he (I) was on the road with a band and did a show in Vancouver, Canada.  Well you know the crazy life of traveling with bands like MercyMe and David Crowder can be, so this guy tells my grandpa that after the show we (the band and I) went out and had a few too many drinks.  Now, this guy doesn’t mention the name of the band he (I) am out with, because well… that would be just too hard to come up with, but never the less, I am out drinking with this unnamed band and got so drunk that I (or someone else) wrecked some sort of motor vehicle.  I assume it’s not a tour bus, but something much more manageable by intoxicated band members and myself.  So anyway.  According to the caller, he (I) is now in a Canadian jail and needs five thousand dollars, from this grandpa I have seen once in fifteen years, to get out.  Huh.  

Naturally my grandpa questions the caller a little more, but to no avail, as said grandpa is the only person on the planet that he (I) felt comfortable calling.  Make sense right?  Thirty year old man, drunk in Canada with a Christian band calls grandpa he’s only seen once in fifteen years, because there’s no one else in his life that he trusts to loan him five grand?

But seriously.  For anyone wondering, I’m not in jail in Canada, but if you want to send me five thousand dollars I’ll take it.