Hi Friends
Saturday night my friend Stella (a girl who's trouble with a capitol "T" if you ask me.) and I were standing in the Cactus Club waiting to see some band called Limpy Suck Knob or something and some dude walked directly into Stella's cigarette. A shower of sparks went flying, then, as he walked away without pardoning himself, we saw that there was a small burning orange spot on the shoulder of his blazer. (I should say that Stella was gesticulating a bit, but still, I believe she excused herself but he did not deign to turn around and acknowedlge her.) As he walked off, the orange spot did not go dark. I kept expecting it to go out, but it didn't, it just stayed lit. Instead of running up to the man and telling him that his blazer was on aflame, Stella and I began to laugh. Then point and laugh, then hold our bellies, point, and laugh. It was awful. I really don't know what came over us. I think we just kept thinking it would go out on it's own, but it just kept glowing. I don't mean to make it sound as though it went on for hours, the whole thing only lasted a few, well several, seconds, but still, one should probably tell another person when they're on fire.
As the man walked thru the crowd, Stella called my attention to the fact that a man at the merch table was watching us disapprovingly, having obviously seen the entire episode. When I looked over he gave a disgusted shrug in our direction and looked away. I couldn't really blame him. I turned back towards Stella, but she again directed my attention to the merch table. I looked over and saw that our napalm victim was now standing and talking to the merch guy, while the merch guy patted his shoulder. Apparently the two were friends and apparently the burning man was having the entire incident related to him by his friend. He continued patting the guy's shoulder even though the fire had clearly been extinguished. Pussies. As Brian said later, why don't you just go home and crawl in bed with mommy, little girl. It's a rock club, Nancy. Get used to it.
I'm assuming he would have come and had strong words with us, a prospect that did not frighten me, as Stella could clearly take the guy, but there was no time, because he had to get onstage and sing, which he did. And, man, did that band suck. Perhaps the fact that the singer had so recently been on fire had something to do with that fact, though.
As the man walked thru the crowd, Stella called my attention to the fact that a man at the merch table was watching us disapprovingly, having obviously seen the entire episode. When I looked over he gave a disgusted shrug in our direction and looked away. I couldn't really blame him. I turned back towards Stella, but she again directed my attention to the merch table. I looked over and saw that our napalm victim was now standing and talking to the merch guy, while the merch guy patted his shoulder. Apparently the two were friends and apparently the burning man was having the entire incident related to him by his friend. He continued patting the guy's shoulder even though the fire had clearly been extinguished. Pussies. As Brian said later, why don't you just go home and crawl in bed with mommy, little girl. It's a rock club, Nancy. Get used to it.
I'm assuming he would have come and had strong words with us, a prospect that did not frighten me, as Stella could clearly take the guy, but there was no time, because he had to get onstage and sing, which he did. And, man, did that band suck. Perhaps the fact that the singer had so recently been on fire had something to do with that fact, though.