Went to a show last night, involving a basement. It was dank and dry and dusty at the same time. There were pipes and airducts everywhere, luckily punkrockers are a small people and they cramed in like little sardines awaiting the joys of live acoustic punk. Unfortunately I must not be as punk rock as i believe, for me and my leather had a hard time with the 6 foot cielings. Israeli;'s are a tall people, making it easier to rule the middle east tropics with an iron fist and bring doom. Fortunately for you dear reader, I have no need to bring doom in the USA, and so am stuffing my 6'5 frame into a small basement and stepping on cute punk girls and saying sorry like the bfg.
The delightful triumph of the night was drinking my friend's forty. I had not had a forty in a few months and forgot how delicious the private stock of our local distributer could be (namely Private Stock). Also the bands kicked ass. "Bread and Roses" had people moshin to irish folk songs about fighting and drinkin and the "people", while Rachel Riese, with her beauty and charm, had a mohawk'd toughie eating out of her hand. I think he professed his love to her, multiple times. I also think i ate a cookie that fell on the basement floor.
The other point of interest of the night was stepping/kicking some little 18 year old by accident while she was writing in her journal. She was sitting behind me, I didnt see her, so I apologized, yet still wonder if she put me down on paper as being the jerk who steps all over little girls. People with clipboards make me nervous. That is just egoistic banter, thinking my actions mean more then they should. I should have kicked her harder.
The delightful triumph of the night was drinking my friend's forty. I had not had a forty in a few months and forgot how delicious the private stock of our local distributer could be (namely Private Stock). Also the bands kicked ass. "Bread and Roses" had people moshin to irish folk songs about fighting and drinkin and the "people", while Rachel Riese, with her beauty and charm, had a mohawk'd toughie eating out of her hand. I think he professed his love to her, multiple times. I also think i ate a cookie that fell on the basement floor.
The other point of interest of the night was stepping/kicking some little 18 year old by accident while she was writing in her journal. She was sitting behind me, I didnt see her, so I apologized, yet still wonder if she put me down on paper as being the jerk who steps all over little girls. People with clipboards make me nervous. That is just egoistic banter, thinking my actions mean more then they should. I should have kicked her harder.