So there was the time when I was living in Denton Texas and I had to leave to work at Interlochen Arts Camp in Michigan over the summer. Prior to leaving, I had a service rep for the cable company come to the door asking for my $25 a month times four months that I hadn’t paid. I told him since the name on the bill said Chris Clak, that it wasn’t me, and I wouldn’t pay it. This seemed to be good enough for him. Later on, I had a friend who was staying there in my absence, and he was there when a service rep came out and was irate and angry. He went up on the roof and yanked the actual cable to the cable out dramatically.
Then of course, there was another time I had played a gig in Marshall Texas (of We Are Marshall fame) with the Sons of the San Joaquin and the Marshall Symphony, and I stopped in Tyler on the way back to Denton to have a nap. Back then, I was driving a blue Chevy station wagon, the kind that used as much oil as it did fuel. The next morning I found that my roof rack had been removed. I was so tired because I also had an issue with my muffler, in that it needed to drag on the ground, so in the rain in Marshall, in my tux shirt, I had found an open service station, where a nice guy loaned me tools to remove the muffler, whereupon I wrapped bungee cords around the remaining pipe and closed the door on the other end so it would stay in place. It stayed like that for months.