no one will probly believe this, but what the hell:
my uncle owns a sound reinforcement company, which basically means they do the sound engineering and supply sound equipment for bands when they're on tour.  His company does 311 and i worked for him one summer.  i got the opportunity to work at a concert in cleveland where taking back sunday was opening for 311.  i didnt have anything to do during the show because i was there to basically wind up cables when the gig was over.  anyway, i was hanging out backstage with the sound engineer as 311 was on and taking back sunday (i don't remember their names, because i honestly don't really like their music) was standing with me and steve (the sound engineer) who my sister was dating at the time.  they asked if anyone wanted to blaze, i said yes.  went on their tour bus and proceeded to get so ridiculously baked i fell asleep.  this was like the 3rd time i smoked pot and the first time out of a bong, so i got ripped from my soul.
woke up at 3am, everything was already packed up, and i got paid to smoke pot with taking back sunday.