Sunday, September 7, 2008

wayne gretzky.

brantford = push mosh fest. the show was cool, saw some funny shit, met some weirdo people, especially the girl wearing platform pleather sandals that she probably picked up at hart. the rest of her get-up was no better. she was chubby and shouldve not been wearing the pleather mini skirt/belly top/tube top combo she had going on. she told us that she had lost 3 or 4 cell phones this summer and that she was just going to get a land line because theres no way you can lose one of those. all in all, brantford was pretty funny.

now, ive been to toronto a bunch of times and every time i manage to get pretty rowdy, but nothing compared to last night. the show was fun, we had another hot dog cook out and drank some beers at the venue. the show was good, there was a decent turnout. after that, we collectively took our lives in our hands and drove up to college and bathurst to see if against me was actually going to play at sneaky dee's. they didnt so we went to some other bar, which i didnt even realize was different, i still thought we were at sneaky's. sarah lutz and CJ slam 5 pitchers down on the table. we were all already drunk enough. shit got out of hand, beer was spilled. on the walk back to the house we were set to sleep at, i decided to run as fast as i could down the street. as many of you know, when im out of my mind i tend to run in the direction of either pizza, more beer, or somewhere to sleep. this morning i woke up in an audi using a leather jacket as a blanket. i have no clue how i ended up there, i had all my id's, there was no blood in my underwear, no signs of anything bad. it was really fucking weird. the others were considering calling the police to see if i was picked up and put in the drunk tank for the night. in the morning after trying to figure where the hell i was, i went back to the van and as i was walking by sneaky's, jamie came out and yelled my name. my weird as hell journey was over.

we went to the baseball game today, that was cool. i wanted to kill the fucking kid who was sitting behind me. we went to a vegetarian food festival and i ate a really crappy cookie.

im not living right now, simply existing.

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