For the first time in Exhumed history (at least the sections I’ve been a part of) we had time to work on a record. And we had a plan for tour. We had a plan for announcements. We had everything planned. I did not plan on being an example of one of the many victims we talk about on our new record, Red Asphalt. But that’s how this year of touring started.
Some jackass young motorcycle racer lost control of his bike in the rain and seriously fucked up my car when it hit me and sent my tiny mini cooper spinning into the curb. When I got out of my car and he saw I was bleeding from my forehead, his uninsured ass decided the best thing to do was run. The same jackass posted pix from the scene the next day on his Instagram and an anonymous tip led us right to him. No arrest, but he’s getting a misdemeanor charge after confessing. I want more, like the 4k I had to put into my car to get it running again, but the wheels of justice turn slow, if they’re going to turn at all.