damn...best weekend ever.
Friday night: me and two of my friends were walkin around haight st. drunk as fuck. we walked by these guys and thye started taking shit about punx, so we started talking shit back...i was really fucked upp, like way too drunk to fight, but i still did...anyways i pulled out my chain and shit and the dude ran in his house and grabbed a bat...he didnt swing it but i sure as hell swung my chain. before i knew it the fight was over and i was handcuffed leaning against a wall with my friends...there were four cop cars. so they asked us what happened and got all our info, and then surprisingly they gave me my chain and my knife back and let us go. it was rad.
then later that night we almost got in a fight with a vietnam vet but our friends pulled us away because we had already gotten arrested that night.
Saturday night: my band got invited to play a show at a party. so we got there and all the other bands were like this weird goth shit with synthesizers and crap. like a hundred goth kids and like four other punks...it was fuckin weird...we didnt really care tho cuz we were gonna get to play...anyways we were just hanging out getting drunk and waiting to play at midnight (our scheduled time)...so 1 o'clock rolls around and we started asking people like what the fuck we were supposed to play...and everyone just told us they didnt think we were playing anymore giving us the run around and shit. so we were all fucked up and we were like fuck this were playing...so we started setting up while people were telling us not to and shit...so we set up and everything and people are already booing us and shit and they took our microphone and wouldnt let us use it...so we were just telling them all to fuck off, and then one of the major highlights of the night this dude jumped up on my bass amp and threw his hands in the air and yelled "this is san francisco"...it was rad. anyways we played and the whole place just kinda turned into one big brawl...there was like fifty goths trying to fight like six of us punks...a few people got knocked out...some punk kid broke the windows...everyone was fighting...it was fucking rad.
MY BAND STARTED A RIOT!!!!!WE ARE 80'S HARDCORE AS FUCK!!!!!!!!!
in the end five cop cars and an ambulance came and we fucking booked it out of there cuz we had already gotten arrested the night before.
it was the raddest, most drunken, pointless, violent, "80's", waste of a weekend ever...and i loved every minute of it.
PS: macks...sorry, but youre friends who threw that party sucked ass.
PSS: macks is my drummer.
Friday night: me and two of my friends were walkin around haight st. drunk as fuck. we walked by these guys and thye started taking shit about punx, so we started talking shit back...i was really fucked upp, like way too drunk to fight, but i still did...anyways i pulled out my chain and shit and the dude ran in his house and grabbed a bat...he didnt swing it but i sure as hell swung my chain. before i knew it the fight was over and i was handcuffed leaning against a wall with my friends...there were four cop cars. so they asked us what happened and got all our info, and then surprisingly they gave me my chain and my knife back and let us go. it was rad.
then later that night we almost got in a fight with a vietnam vet but our friends pulled us away because we had already gotten arrested that night.
Saturday night: my band got invited to play a show at a party. so we got there and all the other bands were like this weird goth shit with synthesizers and crap. like a hundred goth kids and like four other punks...it was fuckin weird...we didnt really care tho cuz we were gonna get to play...anyways we were just hanging out getting drunk and waiting to play at midnight (our scheduled time)...so 1 o'clock rolls around and we started asking people like what the fuck we were supposed to play...and everyone just told us they didnt think we were playing anymore giving us the run around and shit. so we were all fucked up and we were like fuck this were playing...so we started setting up while people were telling us not to and shit...so we set up and everything and people are already booing us and shit and they took our microphone and wouldnt let us use it...so we were just telling them all to fuck off, and then one of the major highlights of the night this dude jumped up on my bass amp and threw his hands in the air and yelled "this is san francisco"...it was rad. anyways we played and the whole place just kinda turned into one big brawl...there was like fifty goths trying to fight like six of us punks...a few people got knocked out...some punk kid broke the windows...everyone was fighting...it was fucking rad.
MY BAND STARTED A RIOT!!!!!WE ARE 80'S HARDCORE AS FUCK!!!!!!!!!
in the end five cop cars and an ambulance came and we fucking booked it out of there cuz we had already gotten arrested the night before.
it was the raddest, most drunken, pointless, violent, "80's", waste of a weekend ever...and i loved every minute of it.
PS: macks...sorry, but youre friends who threw that party sucked ass.
PSS: macks is my drummer.
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mutinyonthebay:
they werent talking shit until retard started using certain terms about certain peoples sexual preferences that i had warned all of you to refrain from using. and as i recall you and tex had to come running across the street from somewhere else when it started, making any shit talking irrelevent. you know what the folks at the house think you all are? a bunch of fagbashers (their words, not mine) thats not hardcore at all. thats way lame.
mutinyonthebay:
i will break you make an incision on the back of your neck pluck your spinal chord from your body use it to tame wild women so that i can sell them in the sex trade in sub-equatorial asia. and sell your blood to a witch woman and put a hex on your loved ones. ooooh not so tough anymore are you.