PLAYBOY: Let's go back to the mushrooms. What else did you sell?
CHAD KROEGER: I sold a little weed here, some mushrooms there. I had to subsidize the income somehow. I knew a lot of people who had weed, and a lot of people working on the oil rigs needed weed. I could get it. That seemed like a no-brainer.
PLAYBOY: So is the song "One Last Run" from The State autobiographical?
CHAD KROEGER: Absolutely it's autobiographical. I can't believe some of the shit I'm telling you. So this one time, I buy a case of beer and borrow this girl's truck, and she and I drive 45 minutes to the nearest city. I buy some weed, and we're driving back. We've got beer bottles all over the floorboards, and we're laughing, with the tunes cranked. Next thing I know, we're heading into a ditch. I see this metal pole coming at us, and I steer just to the left of it. Beer bottles are flying all around. I bring us back onto the road and bring the truck to a stop. Grass from the side of the road is collected a foot high around the entire truck, so the truck looks as if it's wearing a hula skirt. We get all the grass pulled off, and who pulls up? A cop. I've got an ounce of weed down the front of my pants. As he rolls down the window, I say, "We're just waiting for two friends. They had to stop for gas." He rolls up his window and drives away. That was "One Last Run.
from Playboy interview with Chad:
PLAYBOY: Let's go back to the mushrooms. What else did you sell? CHAD KROEGER: I sold a little weed here, some mushrooms there. I had to subsidize the income somehow. I knew a lot of people who had weed, and a lot of people working on the oil rigs needed weed. I could get it. That seemed like a no-brainer.
PLAYBOY: So is the song "One Last Run" from The State autobiographical? CHAD KROEGER: Absolutely it's autobiographical. I can't believe some of the shit I'm telling you. So this one time, I buy a case of beer and borrow this girl's truck, and she and I drive 45 minutes to the nearest city. I buy some weed, and we're driving back. We've got beer bottles all over the floorboards, and we're laughing, with the tunes cranked. Next thing I know, we're heading into a ditch. I see this metal pole coming at us, and I steer just to the left of it. Beer bottles are flying all around. I bring us back onto the road and bring the truck to a stop. Grass from the side of the road is collected a foot high around the entire truck, so the truck looks as if it's wearing a hula skirt. We get all the grass pulled off, and who pulls up? A cop. I've got an ounce of weed down the front of my pants. As he rolls down the window, I say, "We're just waiting for two friends. They had to stop for gas." He rolls up his window and drives away. That was "One Last Run.