So with me a gig story, what else would it be? Setting up? I tore the back of my pants from top of my butt down to my crotch, I hung a towel over the back. Now, very small stage so the drummer thought it'd be hilarious to surreptitiously poke me in the ass crack with a drumstick periodically while I was trying to perform. So you got I don't need a whole lots of money. I don't need a big fine car. This went on for an hour until my poor father had to drive me down a spare pair of pants to the gig. Oh