Don't Mess With Texans!
THRASHER|September 20`7
Don't Mess With Texans!

We were standing on the side of the building with our dicks in hands when we heard the gun cock behind us.

It was 1993 and my buddy and I were driving from Seguin, TX, to Austin to check out some bands when we stopped at a closed convenience store to take a leak. While we were pissing, I noticed a trash can with a hand-painted Texas flag on it along with the slogan, “Don’t Mess With Texas.” My teenage mind flashed to an image of me ollieing the trash can, thinking it would make a rad photo. “We should steal that trash can,” I said to my friend—and that’s when we heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked, followed by a man saying, “You’re gonna steal what?”

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September 20`7