if new jersey is heaven, then the garden state parkway is purgatory
first, thank you to everyone who came and watched my band on wednesday, it really means the world to us and we love to see you.
last night was the terror, every time i die, throwdown show that i have been looking foward to for a while now... and we can thank new jersey for fucking it up. terror played well, and i think every time i die played pretty decent also, but the crowd was just so lame. like i'm not a bitch i can take a fucking tough crowd, but new jersey kids are just all about ruining the show for everyone else. whatever fuck them. adam, marcie, mark, phil, and i made the best of the ride home and i had a good time just talking and being stupid. thanks to you guys for being so awesome.
i have something to say, and this is going to sound so shitty, but i really have to say it. it seems that robert died, the old man who was always hanging around the citgo station or kwick mart. this is horrible, and it does make me sad thinking about a life lost. but this man was no fucking idol. this man, who drank himself into poverty, was probably drunk when he got hit by that car and stumbled into traffic. this man, was never ashamed to beg for money- no doubt to be spent on alcohol. he was consistenly upbeat, but you can't forget that this was under the intense influence of alcohol. i doubt any one of those people who seemed so deeply concerned with his death ever witnessed him sober, let alone ever lifted a finger to help him. i would see this man wobbling with a bottle of alcohol in a brown paper bag and become disgusted with the potential that robert had and wasted in his alcholism.
please don't take what i am saying incorrectly. i am indeed upset. but i am more upset with robert than with anything else. i also don't want to depreciate other people's emotion because to each his own, and my experience with robert was only limited to route 9. i just think that some people should take a minute and think about the man who died and how and under what circumstances he lived his life.
sorry if i offended anyone.
last night was the terror, every time i die, throwdown show that i have been looking foward to for a while now... and we can thank new jersey for fucking it up. terror played well, and i think every time i die played pretty decent also, but the crowd was just so lame. like i'm not a bitch i can take a fucking tough crowd, but new jersey kids are just all about ruining the show for everyone else. whatever fuck them. adam, marcie, mark, phil, and i made the best of the ride home and i had a good time just talking and being stupid. thanks to you guys for being so awesome.
i have something to say, and this is going to sound so shitty, but i really have to say it. it seems that robert died, the old man who was always hanging around the citgo station or kwick mart. this is horrible, and it does make me sad thinking about a life lost. but this man was no fucking idol. this man, who drank himself into poverty, was probably drunk when he got hit by that car and stumbled into traffic. this man, was never ashamed to beg for money- no doubt to be spent on alcohol. he was consistenly upbeat, but you can't forget that this was under the intense influence of alcohol. i doubt any one of those people who seemed so deeply concerned with his death ever witnessed him sober, let alone ever lifted a finger to help him. i would see this man wobbling with a bottle of alcohol in a brown paper bag and become disgusted with the potential that robert had and wasted in his alcholism.
please don't take what i am saying incorrectly. i am indeed upset. but i am more upset with robert than with anything else. i also don't want to depreciate other people's emotion because to each his own, and my experience with robert was only limited to route 9. i just think that some people should take a minute and think about the man who died and how and under what circumstances he lived his life.
sorry if i offended anyone.