I was reading through these thinking of a funny story I could post about from my band, and while some weird things have happened, none of it is really worth posting on here. Then I just remembered something from way back when I first started taking lessons on bass: I was taking lessons from what was a very talented, but kind of strange guy at my local music store. I was only 12 at the time, and I was a pretty shy and quiet individual. He taught me how to play some very basic stuff for a couple of months just to get me started. Anyways, one day I was at lessons and everything was going normal, I don't remember exactly what he was teaching me, but suddenly I found myself gasping for air as a horrible stench filled the room. Keep in mind this was a very small room in the basement of a 200 year old building. This went on for a couple of minutes, I was trying as hard as I could to pay attention and pretend I wasn't suffocating until he turned on a small fan. That did the trick for a while until it happened again, I continued to slowly asphyxiate, and finally he got up to use the bathroom and my suffering had finally ended for the day... poor guy! I almost felt as sorry for him as I did for myself that day... (I apologize if this wasn't written very well, in the middle of typing it up I accidentlaly hit a wrong key that ended up posting it before I was even finished).