liar liar pants on flipping fire
um so yesterday i went to the unseen show with daley and abraham and basically the rest of minnesota's angry teenage population. first i went to daley's house and we listened to her family argue about pacman and i was attacked by those fucking dogs again. abe came and picked us up and we drove off towards minneapolis and had to pass some really depressing homeless beggar on the side of the road. we didn't give him any money but i gave him two thumbs up, which i'm so sure made him forget about his virtually worthless, poverty stricken life.
anway, we got to the biker parking lot and almost got run over crossing the street, and actually had to wait in line to get inside the triple rock. the fat guy wasn't there! weird.
i think a global threat is lame and i missed the first band, but the unseen did pretty well, there was some huge fat guy with dreads who spit in my face and sprinkled sweat all over daley, he was kind of gross. daley backhanded john across the face for being a homophobe, that was amusing. i personally wanted to hit him when he was yelling at me about koala bears and star wars or something.
as we were walking back to the car when the show was over, we were walking behind this girl we know from myspace and were trying to be nice and ask her if she needed a ride but i think we either just a) got on her nerves or b) scared her, i mean, it's minneapolis and she's being followed by a bunch of weirdos and some chick who looks like a hooker. i'd be creeped out, personally.
after we left we dropped off williams and went to some ghetto wendy's in the midway and were attacked by two different beggars. one wanted me to buy him a burger but i was mean and only gave him like a dollar. the other one had crutches and i told him that my name was tom, and that i play saxophone and was born in japan. i told him the thing about the saxophone because he was an old black guy, and everyone knows that all old black men on the planet really love jazz. he really liked daley's hair, and kept asking us what the name of our band was, and then asked if we were tom petty and the heartbreakers, because you know, my name was tom. actually daley wasn't daley either, she was sam. and god know's what abe's name was, he was busy ordering.
i don't know if i'm totally blanking out or what, but right now i really have no idea what we talked about for the next half and hour that we were in there.
we must have been abducted by aliens. score!
the truth is out there...
we left and drove through downtown. daley was under the impression that we were going to the UFO behind the capital but i guess abe was just taking some crackaddict way back to her house.
he took me home afterwards and then in the morning we all had to go to school. ick.
you know, it's really pretty amazing that i'm writing this entry, seeing as i work til 10:30 tonight. wild.
WHOA SHIT IT'S WINKING AGAIN!
crafty fucking cat.
anway, we got to the biker parking lot and almost got run over crossing the street, and actually had to wait in line to get inside the triple rock. the fat guy wasn't there! weird.
i think a global threat is lame and i missed the first band, but the unseen did pretty well, there was some huge fat guy with dreads who spit in my face and sprinkled sweat all over daley, he was kind of gross. daley backhanded john across the face for being a homophobe, that was amusing. i personally wanted to hit him when he was yelling at me about koala bears and star wars or something.
as we were walking back to the car when the show was over, we were walking behind this girl we know from myspace and were trying to be nice and ask her if she needed a ride but i think we either just a) got on her nerves or b) scared her, i mean, it's minneapolis and she's being followed by a bunch of weirdos and some chick who looks like a hooker. i'd be creeped out, personally.
after we left we dropped off williams and went to some ghetto wendy's in the midway and were attacked by two different beggars. one wanted me to buy him a burger but i was mean and only gave him like a dollar. the other one had crutches and i told him that my name was tom, and that i play saxophone and was born in japan. i told him the thing about the saxophone because he was an old black guy, and everyone knows that all old black men on the planet really love jazz. he really liked daley's hair, and kept asking us what the name of our band was, and then asked if we were tom petty and the heartbreakers, because you know, my name was tom. actually daley wasn't daley either, she was sam. and god know's what abe's name was, he was busy ordering.
i don't know if i'm totally blanking out or what, but right now i really have no idea what we talked about for the next half and hour that we were in there.
we must have been abducted by aliens. score!
the truth is out there...
we left and drove through downtown. daley was under the impression that we were going to the UFO behind the capital but i guess abe was just taking some crackaddict way back to her house.
he took me home afterwards and then in the morning we all had to go to school. ick.
you know, it's really pretty amazing that i'm writing this entry, seeing as i work til 10:30 tonight. wild.
WHOA SHIT IT'S WINKING AGAIN!
crafty fucking cat.