Being the nice sweet, wonderful person I am - I agreed to take Art and Paul to a concert at Northern Lights in Albany.
Totally not my type of music. This was death metal. Cannibal Corps was the main headlining band and there was three other bands before they came on. I was in Music HELL!!
The doors opened at 6:30pm, We arrived there about 6pm so we had to wait in line about half hour. Talk about freaks. There there kids with long straggly hair, spiked hair, piercings in all sorts of places, some had jet black hair, black lipstick, chains and big black combat boots.
Second band in the bouncers had to escort a couple of guys out. The was a swarm of people moshing and you could see was people jumping and smashing into each other.
I just don't get it.
I couldn't take much more of it so I headed outside for a bit.
I called Mike and sat in my car for a bit listening to Godsmack trying to detox from the horrible music my poor ear was enduring.
I went back in to catch the last band (Cannibal Corps) I couldn't even make it thought the first song without having to leave again.
It was quiet the experience. I would have chalked it up as such if it wasn't for Art Vomiting in my back seat.
All I could smell of was the JD, which almost made me vomit. Down the windows came.
Art was so trashed he couldn't walk straight if his life depended on it. I could barely make out what he was even attempting to say. He started mumbling something about us going to school together and being in kindergarten together. I laughed my ass off for a while until he puked.
Once I finally got both Paul and Art in the car we headed home. We couldn't have been in the car more than 10 minute before I thought I head something trickling like water. It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, more so because I just didn't want to believe it was really happening. I asked Paul if that sound was what I thought it was. Paul was like, "Awe man, Arts puking all over the back seat."
Totally not my type of music. This was death metal. Cannibal Corps was the main headlining band and there was three other bands before they came on. I was in Music HELL!!
The doors opened at 6:30pm, We arrived there about 6pm so we had to wait in line about half hour. Talk about freaks. There there kids with long straggly hair, spiked hair, piercings in all sorts of places, some had jet black hair, black lipstick, chains and big black combat boots.
Second band in the bouncers had to escort a couple of guys out. The was a swarm of people moshing and you could see was people jumping and smashing into each other.
I just don't get it.
I couldn't take much more of it so I headed outside for a bit.
I called Mike and sat in my car for a bit listening to Godsmack trying to detox from the horrible music my poor ear was enduring.
I went back in to catch the last band (Cannibal Corps) I couldn't even make it thought the first song without having to leave again.
It was quiet the experience. I would have chalked it up as such if it wasn't for Art Vomiting in my back seat.
All I could smell of was the JD, which almost made me vomit. Down the windows came.
Art was so trashed he couldn't walk straight if his life depended on it. I could barely make out what he was even attempting to say. He started mumbling something about us going to school together and being in kindergarten together. I laughed my ass off for a while until he puked.
Once I finally got both Paul and Art in the car we headed home. We couldn't have been in the car more than 10 minute before I thought I head something trickling like water. It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, more so because I just didn't want to believe it was really happening. I asked Paul if that sound was what I thought it was. Paul was like, "Awe man, Arts puking all over the back seat."
I'm thankful that I couldn't see the damage at that time
He felt so bad about it that he gave me $100 when I dropped him off home. I told him he didn't have to do that and that I didn't want it but he kept insisting. Said it didn't even come close to what he did but that he wanted me to have it.
Well the next morning I saw just how much damage was done.
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