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So i am sitting here tired and bored after a weekend away, full of driving, music and prostitues (more on that later). Friday i got to miss school so we could get on the road to tampa on time for the metallica concert. Well we didn't get there on time cause we were dropping of my grandparents at my ::thinks to self:: some kind of relatives. We are driving and my grandmother points out the window to a street corner and says, "That is where the prostitutes hang out." It was a nasty neighborhood and we weren't surprised. So we see a few drug dealers, most likely, finally find the house and drop them off and head towards the hotel. Check in walk around, this is a better neighborhood. Bout a block away there is a gameworks, but we are late for the concert so we hop on the shuttle and it takes us there. Look at our tickets, section 330, third floor, beyond nosebleed seats. We cant see anything and in the seat next to me is this ugly 350 pound guy wearing a fishnet shirt, why?!?!?!?!?!?!?! he is taking up half my seat with his tremendous girth to the point where the second godsmack finishes i run off and nearly wanted to leave but we deceide to try and see if we can bribe our way onto the ground level, doesn't happen but on the way back we find a handicap section with uber-comfortable folding chairs, we grab two and sits down talk to a one of the cripples, a 68 year old woman who for her birthday wanted tickets to the concert. Metallica finally starts explosions ring out fire everywhere complete awesomness. Robert, the bassist, started a 5 minute bass solo that absoultley kicked ass, he was playing his bass so it sounded like a set of bongos. After the concert we find out the shuttle doesnt run after 11 and it was 12 so we were kinda stuck, no taxis around, luckily we found a streetcar/trolley thing that took us a few blocks from the hotel, passing a bar a dude randomly pukes next to my leg, gorgeous. thats the most of it more later
Signing out ~DrEw~