BURY MY FUCKING NOSE
Hi everyone out there in cyberspace. Bury Your Dead was pretty sweet, they played with Walls of Jericho and Full Blown Chaos and some other band who i forgot. Oh well. Not important. What is important is that these Southern boys don't fuck around. I thought there were a lot of fights when the courage crew was at shows, there were like three fights tonight, like, for no reason. Kind of crazy. There was this one guy who was all old and didn't really look like he belonged there, but i mean, hey, isn't that what the scene is all about? Anyways, this dude was just pushing everyone and pushing girls and stuff, and this kid with no shirt on fucking blasted him right in his noggin, and the guy when down and the kid with no shirt then proceeded to stomp on this guys head, and a swarm of kids from every direction descended on this fellow and seriously beat his ass. Like bad. I think I was the only kid in there not taking shots at this guy. And it went on for like 10 minutes. There were no bouncers or anything.
At another point, i was in the pit, trying to open it up, ya know, putting my arms out and leaning my back up against people, and this other kid did the same thing, except right on my nose. And ya know, how after you get hit in the nose, you are just kind of like, 'FUCK!" Well that is exactly what I said, and I automatically reached up for my nose. Then i said to myself i said, "Self, you have never had a bloody nose in your life before, or a broken one at that, and you have been hit with baseballs, bats, fists, 'bows, knees, heads, cars, and pretty much anything else you could think of that would hurt real bad, and there is no way that that little bump on the nose is going to break your record". Sure enough, the next thing i feel is something trickling down my nose, and dripping in my mouth and on my pants. I reach up to wipe this sweat or water or whatever it might be off of my nose, and the next thing i know, my hands are covered in crimson blood. Like COVERED. So, i make my way to the bar, with blood gushing out of my face, my hands up to my nose, trying to figure out how this happened. I get to the bar, and I yell "HEY!" to the barkeep, and he looks at me all pissed off, until he sees that i am leaking blood allll over his bar and barstools. He then immediately got some ice and put it in a paper towel, and i placed it directly on my nose. After a few seconds of everyone in a 10 foot radius asking me if i was alright, i went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. It turns out it wasn't bleeding from the nostrils, but the bridge of my nose, where there was a tiny little hole, almost, poked into my skin. I dunno, i actually think it was just a cut, like my skin split open against the bone...NOT the cartilage, of my nose. But, after a little while of tending to that, i went back out there. It's kind of funny, that same kid with no shirt on kicking a mudhole in that guys head was like the nicest person ever, he was even asking me what the kid looked like so he could go beat his ass...haha. I told him he had a black sweatshirt on. PSSSSHHHH. Kind of like everyone there. Oh well, i was in there and i knew shit like that happened, so i didn't want anyone to get beat over it. No big deal anyways. Wow, this is like the lamest thing ever, i can't believe i am posting this much shit in this terrible invention. Matt, i didn't get you any cigars, all the shops were closed. Sorry Bro. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I dunno, i am going to sleep, so maybe I will fill in any gaps some other time. I got a lot of props for my "dancing", i guess they aren't used to Michigan Style, if there is such a thing. Romeo Hardcore Represent! I'm off like a prom dress.
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At another point, i was in the pit, trying to open it up, ya know, putting my arms out and leaning my back up against people, and this other kid did the same thing, except right on my nose. And ya know, how after you get hit in the nose, you are just kind of like, 'FUCK!" Well that is exactly what I said, and I automatically reached up for my nose. Then i said to myself i said, "Self, you have never had a bloody nose in your life before, or a broken one at that, and you have been hit with baseballs, bats, fists, 'bows, knees, heads, cars, and pretty much anything else you could think of that would hurt real bad, and there is no way that that little bump on the nose is going to break your record". Sure enough, the next thing i feel is something trickling down my nose, and dripping in my mouth and on my pants. I reach up to wipe this sweat or water or whatever it might be off of my nose, and the next thing i know, my hands are covered in crimson blood. Like COVERED. So, i make my way to the bar, with blood gushing out of my face, my hands up to my nose, trying to figure out how this happened. I get to the bar, and I yell "HEY!" to the barkeep, and he looks at me all pissed off, until he sees that i am leaking blood allll over his bar and barstools. He then immediately got some ice and put it in a paper towel, and i placed it directly on my nose. After a few seconds of everyone in a 10 foot radius asking me if i was alright, i went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. It turns out it wasn't bleeding from the nostrils, but the bridge of my nose, where there was a tiny little hole, almost, poked into my skin. I dunno, i actually think it was just a cut, like my skin split open against the bone...NOT the cartilage, of my nose. But, after a little while of tending to that, i went back out there. It's kind of funny, that same kid with no shirt on kicking a mudhole in that guys head was like the nicest person ever, he was even asking me what the kid looked like so he could go beat his ass...haha. I told him he had a black sweatshirt on. PSSSSHHHH. Kind of like everyone there. Oh well, i was in there and i knew shit like that happened, so i didn't want anyone to get beat over it. No big deal anyways. Wow, this is like the lamest thing ever, i can't believe i am posting this much shit in this terrible invention. Matt, i didn't get you any cigars, all the shops were closed. Sorry Bro. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I dunno, i am going to sleep, so maybe I will fill in any gaps some other time. I got a lot of props for my "dancing", i guess they aren't used to Michigan Style, if there is such a thing. Romeo Hardcore Represent! I'm off like a prom dress.
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