Gentleman Homicide Tour Story

We played in Oklahoma City about 3 days ago, with Destroyer Destroyer and the Handshake Murders. Afterward, we went to the drummer of Dx2's house for awhile, but it was really sketchy and wild (most people were lit and drunk, and it was way too loud and all we wanted to do was sleep), so this guy (who shall remain nameless) offers to let us stay at his house.

It took us awhile to get to the place, but we got all of our sleep stuff out and what not and went in. The kid was real cool. He was twenty years old, and had a fifteen year old girl there too (also cool) that had been living there for a week or so. The house was really really nice; big screen tv, guitar hero, new drum set, lots of bathrooms, etc. We hung out for awhile, watched some family guy, took some showers, and went to bed.

While we were hanging out, Matt, our drummer, asked him where his dad was. This was the conversation:

"So, do you just live here alone?"

"No, this is my dad's place."

"Oh, where's he?"

"Nigeria."

"Oh, for how long?"

"Till February."

"Oh, wow, is he a minister?"

"Heh. No."

Well, that's kind of weird, but whatever. We all basically turned in, and for awhile we talked about how we thought that the dad might be doing some kind of drug running or whatever, just because the stuff was so nice, and we sort of joked about it. No big deal.

That night, I stayed in a room by myself. Three of the other guys stayed together, and then our singer, Josh, stayed on a couch in the living room. My room was probably the kid's room; just a twin size bed and a desk. There were probably 8 or 9 suit cases in there, all strewn around, full of clothes. I, being the weirdo I am, decided to go through everything. Nothing special, but it killed some time. So, then I took my contacts out, got in bed, and went to sleep.

The next day, we got up, got everything together, and took off. The dude we stayed with hung out for the next couple of dates, and then that was it.

All pretty uneventful.

So here's the scary part, all of which I found out about today.

Yesterday, police recieved a report that there was a dead body in the house that we stayed in. They surrounded the house, fired tear gas in, and did sweeps of the house. In the attic, they found the kid we stayed with, hiding in the corner, and the arrested him. In the garage, they found the body of his father in the trunk of the car. His body had been in the freezer for the past 10 days, and the night before had been moved to the trunk. He was murdered via blunt force trauma to the head.

In case you don't understand the implications, there was a dead man in the house the same time we were there. We slept under the same roof as a murderer. I slept in a room by myself. What if I had been going through things and wound up in the garage? What if Matt had pried to far and asked too many questions?

Anyway, God took care of us. We're reporting to the police tomorrow to let them know we were there, in case they find fingerprints or whatever. It's all still pretty shocking. Anyway, I'm sure you'll all get a kick out of that.

Have fun.

Ian