My band, Broken Clown, had this gig at the now infamous Granny Killams in Portland some time ago. If I remember correctly, this was one of our first headlining shows there. The opening band was wrapping up their set, and I sat alone at a table, enjoying them.

At one point, I grabbed my water, took a sip, and it went down the wrong pipe. I coughed so hard that it triggered my gag reflex. I ran into the bathroom and vomited violently. So hard that I lost control of my bladder, and pissed my pants right there, 5 minutes before showtime. The club was full, and I was embarrassed. Luckily, I lived about 3 doors down from Granny’s. I darted home, jumped in the shower, put on some new pants, and ran back in time. I’ve never told anyone this until now. Except for the band of course.