Don't call me your brother cause I ain't your fuckin' brother. We fell from different cunts!
Went to the Living Room last night to see Gang Green, Intent to Injure, and Solace along with like 10 other opening bands that played three or four songs then got off stage. I love that. The booker should just say "Okay go, play 2 songs then hurry up and get off." and that works too because you can usually tell what kind of music a band plays and the quality of the band by the second track. I usually know whether or not I'm going to go to the merch table within the first five minutes a band comes on stage.
I got plowed in the face by a can of beer. My eye was fucked up and my entire face was covered in alcohol. In fact, I could probably have gotten a nice buzz simply by sucking the booze out of my hair. I was drunk as it was actually. In fact; my buzz was coming down but I started hitting on this girl that was about ten years older than me. She was rather attractive. She passed me some black cherry vodka and i ended up drinking myself stupid. Then I passed out on the floor next to a bunch of boxes. DECADENCE! DECADENCE! ROCK N ROLL!
I love hanging like a monkey on the rafters at shows. It's like "Why stand and sing? Hang and sing!"
I ended up on stage by the end of the night with a bunch of other drunken kids trying to pull the mic out of my hand and the actual singers hand during Gang Green' s hardcore punk classic: Alcohol.
I need to write a show review now.
Bye.
I got plowed in the face by a can of beer. My eye was fucked up and my entire face was covered in alcohol. In fact, I could probably have gotten a nice buzz simply by sucking the booze out of my hair. I was drunk as it was actually. In fact; my buzz was coming down but I started hitting on this girl that was about ten years older than me. She was rather attractive. She passed me some black cherry vodka and i ended up drinking myself stupid. Then I passed out on the floor next to a bunch of boxes. DECADENCE! DECADENCE! ROCK N ROLL!
I love hanging like a monkey on the rafters at shows. It's like "Why stand and sing? Hang and sing!"
I ended up on stage by the end of the night with a bunch of other drunken kids trying to pull the mic out of my hand and the actual singers hand during Gang Green' s hardcore punk classic: Alcohol.
I need to write a show review now.
Bye.