So first I would lay to put out a disclaimer! **I am not racist!!!** If you just want the funny part skip to the bottom! Okay so A little background info. I just started playing with a band I found over Craigslist. Great guys and talented musicians. The band recently relocated to Tulsa after they all graduated from Missouri State and all played ball there. They are all very large, buff, black guys. And here I am.. In college, skinny, white guy, playing bass! Anyways.. So we practice at the drummers house. He lives with his two brothers in a VERY rough part of town. (If you know Tulsa, its on Harvard by Tecumseh and Apache. Sort of by I-244) Its a bad part of town. But his job is up the street and he bought the house for super cheap. To explain how rough the place is.. I'll tell a side story from the same rehearsal. I walked in, See a .22 rifle by the door with some shot shells for a .22. I asked what was up with that. The drummer tells me how he put in a window ac unit while his real ac is getting replaced. But his neighbors keep trying to steal it every night. So he scares them off with that because when he pops a round into the tree in the front yard they think its a real shotgun. Ha. The other two guys, singer and guitarist, live in a better part of town. And I live in a small redneck town outside of Tulsa. So we arent quite as used to this stuff.. But its nothing too new to us. Funny Part is Here!! We have been practicing for about an hour when a little, bald, old looking, black lady knocks on the door. The singer looks out the window and sees an old lady standing in the heat and answers the door. As soon as he twists the knob, the lady starts walking inside and blabbing about not interrupting or something and keeps trying to walk in. The drummer jumps from behind his kit saying "Ah no. We dont need none 'a dat in hee'ya!" and forces the lady outside (not vioolently! Just in a way that says he's not playing around!). The lady continues to say how this is a crack-house and she needs to buy. The drummer, who is ticked, explains, in a very serious but polite way, that this is not a crack-house and how they need to quit trying to come onto his property with their drugs or he will let out his dog and take care of business in a very non-christian way! The lady looked all confused and said that there are lots of cars at the house and loud music and that it must be a crack house and she just wants to buy what she needs. So the drummer just told her to leave now or we would have to make her leave because there were women and children inside and we wanted no part in any drugs or anything. Crazy crack-heads... And the whole time I am putting my shiny, looks-like-it-would-sell-for-alot-in-a-pawn-shop bass in the case and out of sight in case any other crazies came up at the same time! And the rest of the guys were doing this! > That was probably the weirdest thing to happen at a rehearsal!