| Fun Tales Of You Out & About From whenever, just random tales of interest.
Last year some crazy guy came into the sandwich joint we were at because we were going to see my dad's friend's son's friend's band in this Battle of the Bands. We missed it because we had to meet some pot seller and then spent the entire hour we missed driving and listening to Jamiroquai's Space Cowboy and other great high-helping songs. So anyways, he comes in starts randomly talking to everyone like he's their friend. He hits on a girl and she starts laughing so he leaves a bit flustered but has this grand finale.
Turns out he gets his *** kicked in front of the place while I'm inside watching some 15-year-old girl and her high school social friend wankers play "hardcore meaningful rock." I miss all the important stuff! Oy gevalt!
The band we went to see band won, they got a recording contract up in Barrie. The Ashlee Simpson band lost horribly, but second last to the heavy metal act with the bongo-soloing, deep lyric-writing lead singer. But, hey, $1.50 for their CD.
It was a memorable night for other reasons, but mainly embarrassing.
Also, at Edgefest 2003, when it was still run up at Molson Park, the week marijuana was legal, no less, craziness and Sloan, some guy who nicknamed me Whitie (I used to be sickishly pale, fat, 14, and completely anti-social). I tried to avoid him and he burned a hole in my shirt with his cigarette, got drunk and with the next cigarette almost put out my sister's eye. Then one of the people we were with almost got arrested for kicking a hackey sack into a cop's face. On purpose. Then he later attacked his cell phone, got drunk somewhere, called us up and *****ed at us for not taking care of him.
Fun times. But that's all I'm willing to type right now. I want to hear yours now. |