Stories from the strip:
I was standing in front of the Harley Davidson Cafe doing promotions yesterday.
Around midnight a shopping cart containing a pseudo-punk with a multi-colored mohawk came careening down the sidewalk, slammed into a bush and tumbled halfway into the street. He was followed by more pseudo punks with a camcorder in tote. Maybe these kids (mid 20's) had seen too many episodes of jackass for their own good. I didn't think much of it... its the strip after all.
Another group of mid twenty somethings were strolling by around 1:30am. These kids were apparently big fans of Insane Clown Posse, as they were all wearing ICP gear and a few of their faces were done up in full ICP makeup. I was in the process of mentally noting and dismissing them when one of the pseudo-punks from earlier came sprinting up behind them. I thought he might be catching up to some friends until he lept into the air and slammed the unassuming ICP kid in the back with a flying kick, knocking him on his face.
I jumped back a few feet just in time to avoid the pounding of the other 7 pseudo punks running to pummel the ICP kids. Next thing I know the innocent bystanders are scattering and its an all out brawl on the street corner. Probably 15 little shitheads duking it out in front of tourists and families. 3 pseudo-punks are kicking one ICP kid in the face and ribs as they've got him on the ground and pinned up against a light post. ICP kids are breaking 40oz bottles over the heads of the pseudo-punks. Faces hit curbs, glass flew everywhere, morons are rolling in the street and blood is intermittently spattering the tourists who were caught in the frey. I watched from a few feet away as one of the pseudo-punks stabbed an ICP kid in the face with a busted beer bottle. This poor kid had blood pouring down his face in sheets from two gaping slashes above and below his eye. The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes.
I heard later that this had all started about 40 ft up the street. The pseudo-punks were listening to 50 cent on a boombox when the ICP crew passed by. An ICP kid said "Fuck 50 cent" and a pseudo-punk responded with "What bitch?" . The ICP kids kept walking....
So the logical response is (of course) to kick him in the back like a coward and stab some kid in the eye with a bottle.
PUSSIES!!!!!! I hate violence... I hate cowardice.... and I hate small cocks attached to testosterone riddled retards who have to engage in dick flexing competitions to validate their existence through brutality in a hollow attempt to distract from the ineffectual nature of their mental function and capacity.
*deep breath* Fuck em.
I don't like to see beer running pink with blood on my little corner. I prefer to see the usual Las Vegas staples... Vomit, urine, condoms, stripper ads, and spilled margaritas. They make me feel all warm, fuzzy and at home. Violence just makes me ill.
Otherwise? All is well. More news about showbiz...
Definate answers should be in sooner than later. (s'bout time man!) Kitties are still fuzzy and have names now... I'm still an insomniac, but there are some things that don't change.
You guys?
I was standing in front of the Harley Davidson Cafe doing promotions yesterday.
Around midnight a shopping cart containing a pseudo-punk with a multi-colored mohawk came careening down the sidewalk, slammed into a bush and tumbled halfway into the street. He was followed by more pseudo punks with a camcorder in tote. Maybe these kids (mid 20's) had seen too many episodes of jackass for their own good. I didn't think much of it... its the strip after all.
Another group of mid twenty somethings were strolling by around 1:30am. These kids were apparently big fans of Insane Clown Posse, as they were all wearing ICP gear and a few of their faces were done up in full ICP makeup. I was in the process of mentally noting and dismissing them when one of the pseudo-punks from earlier came sprinting up behind them. I thought he might be catching up to some friends until he lept into the air and slammed the unassuming ICP kid in the back with a flying kick, knocking him on his face.
I jumped back a few feet just in time to avoid the pounding of the other 7 pseudo punks running to pummel the ICP kids. Next thing I know the innocent bystanders are scattering and its an all out brawl on the street corner. Probably 15 little shitheads duking it out in front of tourists and families. 3 pseudo-punks are kicking one ICP kid in the face and ribs as they've got him on the ground and pinned up against a light post. ICP kids are breaking 40oz bottles over the heads of the pseudo-punks. Faces hit curbs, glass flew everywhere, morons are rolling in the street and blood is intermittently spattering the tourists who were caught in the frey. I watched from a few feet away as one of the pseudo-punks stabbed an ICP kid in the face with a busted beer bottle. This poor kid had blood pouring down his face in sheets from two gaping slashes above and below his eye. The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes.
I heard later that this had all started about 40 ft up the street. The pseudo-punks were listening to 50 cent on a boombox when the ICP crew passed by. An ICP kid said "Fuck 50 cent" and a pseudo-punk responded with "What bitch?" . The ICP kids kept walking....
So the logical response is (of course) to kick him in the back like a coward and stab some kid in the eye with a bottle.
PUSSIES!!!!!! I hate violence... I hate cowardice.... and I hate small cocks attached to testosterone riddled retards who have to engage in dick flexing competitions to validate their existence through brutality in a hollow attempt to distract from the ineffectual nature of their mental function and capacity.
*deep breath* Fuck em.
I don't like to see beer running pink with blood on my little corner. I prefer to see the usual Las Vegas staples... Vomit, urine, condoms, stripper ads, and spilled margaritas. They make me feel all warm, fuzzy and at home. Violence just makes me ill.
Otherwise? All is well. More news about showbiz...
Definate answers should be in sooner than later. (s'bout time man!) Kitties are still fuzzy and have names now... I'm still an insomniac, but there are some things that don't change.
You guys?
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we should all get together again soon ....