Get up money to cut a couple demos in Libreville

The band saves up for four months to get the studio time funds. Then its time for that forty minute drive to Libreville to a booked session. Two songs to record in three and a half hours. The back left tire blows out on the way. The car does wild scary wide fishtails before spinning into the ditch. Everyone gets out to smoke a cig and try to change the destroyed tire for a tiny little emergency spare that looks like a bicycle tire.

You open the trunk and pull out the jack. Something bites you. You pull your hand away banking it hard against the wall of the trunk drawing blood. It was a fucking brown recluse! You curse and you spin and hold your twice wounded hand. Suddenly the car explodes into a roaring fireball knocking you to the ground.