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last night as okay.
your mistake was the shit.
until I dove and I guess didn't land on anyone. cuz the numetal dudes had a habit of moving out of the way.
anyway. all I remember is standing up off the ground with someone helping me. trying to figure out how I got on the ground. and a bunch of people I think. and going outside. and standing there. and it's real hazy for an hour or two.
frank says that I was on the ground for like 20 or 30 seconds trying to get up. he said he was trying to help me but the numetal dudes around me wouldn't move or something. so he finally helped me up. i don't remember trying to get up really.
either way. i didn't even go inside the next three bands or so. just sat around outside. my knee hurt a lot too. and my left pinky. haha. don't know how or why. but they do. and cuban was drunk as shit. but he was being totally awesome. haha. he kept offering to buy me a drink. and i was like "no dawg. i don't need to drink if I fucked up my head". what a sweetheart.
so anyway. i felt so shitty. i was sittingoutside in justins truck. not even careing that I could sorta hear death by stereo playing inside at the moment :-(
i didn't care that I missed them at all. or that I saw efrem walking around a lot. and I didn't even want to talk to him.
anyway. saw like the last 20 minutes of bleeding through. they are pretty good. I like them.
went to eat with some dawgs. topatillas or something. good shit.
i swas feelin allright. went to sleep around 3am.
woke up with a headache and some body aches.
if you have any vicodin or hydrocodone that you want to give me feel free. hahaha.
over the counter shit isn't worth a damnnn.
i think it's funny. i'm pretty sure I talked to people last night. and when they asked if i was okay etc. i was just like "well. my head hurts. i'm not dead though. I guess i'll be allright. it's whatever. maybe i'll die tonight. what can I really do about it now?"
hahah. man.
last night as okay.
your mistake was the shit.
until I dove and I guess didn't land on anyone. cuz the numetal dudes had a habit of moving out of the way.
anyway. all I remember is standing up off the ground with someone helping me. trying to figure out how I got on the ground. and a bunch of people I think. and going outside. and standing there. and it's real hazy for an hour or two.
frank says that I was on the ground for like 20 or 30 seconds trying to get up. he said he was trying to help me but the numetal dudes around me wouldn't move or something. so he finally helped me up. i don't remember trying to get up really.
either way. i didn't even go inside the next three bands or so. just sat around outside. my knee hurt a lot too. and my left pinky. haha. don't know how or why. but they do. and cuban was drunk as shit. but he was being totally awesome. haha. he kept offering to buy me a drink. and i was like "no dawg. i don't need to drink if I fucked up my head". what a sweetheart.
so anyway. i felt so shitty. i was sittingoutside in justins truck. not even careing that I could sorta hear death by stereo playing inside at the moment :-(
i didn't care that I missed them at all. or that I saw efrem walking around a lot. and I didn't even want to talk to him.
anyway. saw like the last 20 minutes of bleeding through. they are pretty good. I like them.
went to eat with some dawgs. topatillas or something. good shit.
i swas feelin allright. went to sleep around 3am.
woke up with a headache and some body aches.
if you have any vicodin or hydrocodone that you want to give me feel free. hahaha.
over the counter shit isn't worth a damnnn.
i think it's funny. i'm pretty sure I talked to people last night. and when they asked if i was okay etc. i was just like "well. my head hurts. i'm not dead though. I guess i'll be allright. it's whatever. maybe i'll die tonight. what can I really do about it now?"
hahah. man.