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"We had no hotels or anything, so would face long drives back to my apartment to crash after most shows. One night we got back about 3am, quickly loaded the equipment inside, parked the van up on the (quiet, suburban) street, and got some zzz's. No one realised Jonsson didn't enter the house, figuring he went off searching for beer (or drugs), next morning I wake up early to get ready to head off to the next show, I see Jonsson lying spread-eagled face down on the fucking road! I thought he was dead...fuuuuuck! Turns out he had staggered outta the van and had passed out cold and laid right in the middle of the road, asleep for like 5 hours. How he was never killed that night, outside my apartment, we'll never know."
Thanks to Jesse and Dig for the story. More to come, hopefully.