This story comes as I was taking a hot tub soak in my San Diego abode overlooking the sea, deep in contemplation over the many scars I’ve accrued over the years. Not from any fights, mind you, or any feats of valor, but from the incredibly dumb escapades I’ve had with my good friend ‘Al’ (cohol). Hands wrecked from punching through walls, TV screens, and windows, burns from late night belligerent cooking, and all manner of scrapes and slashes from falling from various heights.
Then my eyes landed on one set of criss-crossing scars I got from before my music career took off – the one from the accident I had as a young kid just out of high school. The one that almost ended my music career before it got off the ground.
There isn’t some great story behind it – some moron who was drunk at noon decided to do some donuts in a cul-de-sac as I was passing by. Once a neighbor yelled about calling the cops, he burned rubber in an escape attempt, losing control and clipping me in the process. I was sent flying, my leg now bent in a direction it was very much not supposed to be in.
I landed, dazed, and remember only the sounds of yelling before waking back up in a hospital the next day. My knee was absolutely shredded, the bones broken and the ligaments torn to the point that they didn’t know if I was going to ever be able to walk without a crutch.
I decided that this was not an acceptable state of affairs, so I began many months of grueling rehabilitation and physical therapy, all at my and my family’s expense. The guy in the truck was thrown in the can for reckless endangerment, but walked away no worse for wear, while I was stuck on my butt for the better part of a year.
Lucky for me I had my music to keep me comfortable, but my family was in dire straights for a long time while I was getting back on my feet. If we had access to a good personal injury lawyer at the time way out in our corner of nowhere, we’d have avoided a lot of heartache.
So, while ruminating on all of this, I decided I’d help my local San Diego readers find an auto accident attorney if they find themselves in a similar situation. A local guy who comes very highly recommended by some friends is Chris Villasenor and his office, Villasenor Law offices.
There’s a ton to like from what I’ve heard about the firm. Patient, conscientious, and highly communicative, they have everything you want in a PI lawyer. Checking out their Yelp page, Jonathon S. testifies to this in writing:
Great attorney in all respects. Chris and his staff are very helpful and communicative, contributing to a fluid experience from the onset. Moreover, with his expertise and thoroughness, Chris was able to secure an excellent resolution for my personal injury case. I highly recommend his services.
Villasenor’s offices also do a bang-up job with contract law. A peek at their Google reviews has a number of good things to say about their work in the field:
“Over the last 10 years, Chris Villasenor has created several contracts for my company that protect me in case a dispute with a client or contractor crops up. He has also reviewed contracts from my potential clients or partners and made recommendations on ways they needed to be revised in order to protect my best interest. Chris was also very helpful and informative when my husband & I were faced with a real estate dispute while purchasing our current home. Chris is trustworthy, professional and a great legal resource in times of need AND he’s become my attorney of choice!”
So, if you’re in the Mira Mesa, Poway, or the greater San Diego area and need a personal injury lawyer or business attorney, these are your guys. Don’t get stuck with a bill that might crush your dreams and do the smart thing – sue the pants off the guy who had the temerity to crash into you.
We ended up in San Diego where the band filmed that nostalgic music video last time. San Diego used to be one of our favorite places to go on tour. The fans were great. The food was great. Some of my favorite memories are there. And some memories I may have forgotten about. Well, one such memory came back, and with a vengeance. Not cool, man.
See, being a rock star means having a lot of crazy ex-girlfriends from all over the country (and world). Most of them weren’t serious, and I thought they knew that, but apparently not all of them got the message. One of them heard the news that the guys were back in town, and she sure made sure I knew it.
It was like she waited for the perfect moment to mess with us. At 45 mph, it took bumper cars to a whole new level. Our drummer ended up with some totally not cool whiplash, and I sure didn’t feel great afterward either. Luckily, we knew of a great car accident attorney in San Diego.
We called up Villasenor Law Offices immediately. We already knew they were well known for being a boss personal injury attorney for the San Diego area. Villasenor may have also gotten us out of a scrape or two previously.
After calling them up and explaining the situation, they were immediately at our side. Their first priority was to make sure we received proper medical attention, then they focused on the case. They know what their clients are owed, and they’ll work hard to make sure you have the greatest recovery from any incident.
After I figured out who she was, I told them my theory. They made sure to get eyewitness testimony of the woman swerving around traffic with an obvious intent to hit us and consulted with field experts to verify that it couldn’t have been an accident. Mr. Villasenor over 25 years of experience were clearly on display that day. He covered all of his bases.
It turned out not to be a long, drawn-out legal battle. Villasenor Law Office had their t’s crossed and their i’s dotted. We received what we were owed, and not only that, but I got a restraining order against her. I’ve no idea if she would try something like that again, but if she does, I’ll be protected! I know love can make you do some crazy things, but man, she took the cake.
Our trip to San Diego was otherwise completely uneventful, luckily! We were smart enough to take a taxi for the rest of the time and my drummer got some much-needed rest. I was so glad I had Villasenor saved on my phone that day. You never know when something like that will strike, and when you’re in the moment and stressed, it’s reassuring to know you’ve got someone in your corner, ready to fight for you!
If you are ever in San Diego and need a great attorney, reach out to:
Yo! My friends. I hope you all are doing absolutely amazing today. I am living a golden life and rocking on. I had to get down to my keyboard and share this story with you all, because it rocked my brain with some righteous memories and it simply wouldn’t be right to keep them all to myself.
So, the other night I was with a couple of the guys that I used to jam with. This was way back in the day, before the lights and fame that comes with superstardom, ya know? This was when music was a little more pure. When it was easier to just focus on the craft. So I was with my old buddies and we had an amazing time, busted out the guitars and drums, a few brewskies, and got to playing for hours. Naturally, as we were all chillin we started sharing stories of old times and my buddy reminded me of something I had totally forgotten…mostly because I legitimately don’t have a memory of it.
I was probably nineteen years old. My buddies and I, the original crew, were playing small shows in some local venues at the time. We were at this one club and had a killer show. The house was packed. The babes were smoking. And our music was righteous. We didn’t wrap up our set until about two in the morning. We were exhausted and happy and living the life. We didn’t have roadies or anything at the time so we had to pack up all our own equipment.
Now it’s late at night and I’m carrying some of the equipment out to our van behind the club. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, two guys come up and start hustling me. One of them hit me in the back of the head and knocked me out. The other guys were still inside at this point. When they came out, they saw me lying on the ground and all of the equipment was gone. When I woke up, I was in the hospital and my buddies were all sitting around the room.
I didn’t have any recollection of what had happened, but luckily, the club had a camera monitoring the back alleyway and it caught the whole thing. The two guys had hit me and then taken all of our equipment. The camera caught their faces though. A buddy of mine in Orange County had a personal injury attorney who we were able to connect with. We showed him the footage and he was able to put together a case for me and our band. Not only did he work with the police and they were able to track down all of our stuff, but he also was able get all of my medical bills taken care of.
This guy was amazing and I learned two valuable lessons that night. First, don’t go into dark alleyways by yourself late at night. And second, always have a good attorney who has your back. We would have been lost without that guy.
Alright my beautiful people, that’s the story for today. I’ll catch ya next time.