"I was driving. We were in Florida. We’d played a show the night before, and had to be in Gulf Shores, Alabama early in the morning for a soundcheck at a festival. We left our show at 1:00-2:00 a.m., stopped at our friend Nathan’s place to sleep for an hour or two. And then got back on the road. I hit the mailbox backing out … definitely a bad sign. I think everybody has felt that heavy-eyelid feeling. I should’ve stopped, but I didn’t, I blinked, and we were in the grass between the two sides of I-10 heading at a thick stand of trees. Everybody kind of woke up at the same time. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound and smell right afterwards. The end result was several broken limbs. Fractures. Becca from Ava Luna was with us at the time. Her back was messed up, which was the scariest thing really. But, all of us have the use of all our limbs, all of our senses. So, as far as I’m concerned, we really got away with one -- me especially. As the driver there is that feeling of guilt that is pretty inescapable, but I learned a lot about what kind of special people my friends are in how they acted towards me in the aftermath. I think the fact that we came out of that whole thing intact strengthened our resolve to continue making music together. It’s not something we talk about much with each other. But I think there is a tacit agreement that we have been given something that is worth sticking to. And worth fighting for. The fact that it could all have been gone so fast was a reminder that this will not last forever, and we owe it to ourselves to not let it slip. These things are cliches for a reason I guess."
We’d played a show the night before, and had to be in Gulf Shores, Alabama early in the morning for a soundcheck at a festival.