David Lee Roth Explains How He Escaped From The Cops Chasing Him, ‘Don’t Tell Me There Ain’t No Jesus’

Van Halen’s former frontman David Lee Roth recently posted a comic series on his Twitter account and told the story of how he almost got into trouble while cycling on the street that he and the Van Halen brothers grew up in and described how Jesus helped him escape.

As you know, since the outbreak of COVID-19, Diamond Dave has been working on his talents as a visual artist and he has been posting some of his work on his Twitter account. His artworks have been highly appreciated by his fans who encouraged Roth to launch his first visual and audio story ‘The Roth Project‘ in late 2020.

Although most of the sketches’ themes focus on the pandemic, politics, and popular culture, he sometimes enjoys telling some personal stories through his artwork. With his recent sketches, DLR told the story of how he escaped a series of traps, including police officers, while cycling in the neighborhood that he grew up in.

Even though they didn’t meet each other when they were kids, Diamond Dave and the Van Halen brothers actually all grew up in Pasadena, California. The Van Halens moved there in 1962 from the Netherlands and Roth’s family moved there just a year later, in 1963 from Massachusetts.

One day when he was cycling in the neighborhood, Roth first got cornered by a guy with a ‘the weekend’ haircut who pushed a stereo on his way. While trying to escape that trap, Roth started getting chased by two guys running out of their cars, soon accompanied by two others who turned out to be police officers.

Just when he was about to escape them all as he spotted ‘the only out,’ Diamond Dave got blocked by a guy walking his dog on a leash. However, he managed to find a small opening, for which he thanked Jesus, and successfully escaped them all. This story was highly enjoyed by Roth’s fans, who once again praised their favorite rockstar for his great talent.

Here’s the story Roth told in his recent artwork:

“I knew something was wrong right away. He had a ‘the weekend’ haircut (one of the best haircuts ever), and a beat-box. North of Orange Grove where the Van Halens and I grew up, the folks would recognize both. Just like I did. But there are two Pasadenas. There are no beat-boxes or ‘weekend haircuts’ in Singer Park. He makes eye contact – talks into his phone – turns – and pushes the stereo into the center of the sidewalk, blocking my bicycle. Drops down into basketball stance… I jink right; hard and say ‘Holy shit.'”

He kept on narrating:

“He goes for it. He tackles right, I jink left. Trick or treat… Two guys explode out of the parked car, running at me. Pissed off and not a sound. I jink right, harder. Now I’m going back this way. Two more guys out of a second car; sunglasses, baseball hats, 3-day face, one had gloves, gloves with wrist straps. Hauling ass. No. ‘Freeze,’ ‘police,’ ‘stop or well shoot.’ I would have stopped.”

This is the ending of Diamond Dave’s story:

“Even better. Guy with dog steps from behind three walks dog across the sidewalk. Dog sits, the guy steps back and pulls the leash tight blocking the only ‘out.’ I am completely, totally mentef–k. Don’t tell me there ain’t no Jesus! Just enough room, off the curb and rite into a freeway off-ramp. I stay up, I don’t get hit. I remember the horns, the dog bark.”

You can check out the tweets below.