It wouldn’t be a day in the life of Evan Tanner if something didn’t go wrong. Beware the day you’re with Evan Tanner at 11:55PM and he says “This has been the greatest day of my life!” Because 5 minutes later, a fucking meteor will fall on him, and it’d be best if you weren’t nearby when it hits.
I’m really disappointed. I had some things stolen out of my Land Cruiser last night while it was parked in front of the gym. The UFC had just given me a brand new workout bag full of shirts and beanies, with a personalized engraved name tag. They took that. What I’m most upset about though, is that they took all of my mma trading cards that I sign for the fans and the kids. Come on now, that’s really uncool.
Evan then says “My car will be unlocked again tonight at the gym, please return the things you took.” Ten bucks says the car stereo will be gone tomorrow. I know Evan’s used to boats and I’m unsure if boats have locks on them … but fuck, man! Lock up your shit! You’re in Vegas, sin city, hobo central.