Where do these people come from?
So I've had several eventful days recently. They've kept me from updating like I want to. Right now it's break time from sociology. I've got tons of references, but I'm going through and breaking them out into categories. I realized that there was no way for me to even start this until I had it in some kind of order. God, and I have an exam in that class this coming thursday. I'm not ready at all :(
But that aside, I must write about these awesome specimens of humanity that I've had the misfortune of encountering this weekend.
Specimen 1: The Metal Hag.
On 03/25/05 Perpetual Winter played in Dee Dee's Bar located in Quincy Mass. The shitty part about the show was that Sandy couldn't be in the bar because it was a 21+ show (total bullshit btw). So a good deal of that night was actually spent sitting the rental car. Anyways, once we took the "stage" and started to rock, out of nowhere came this hideous wretch of a woman that had to be at least 50. She was wearing some manner of honey mustard yellow blouse under a black leather vest. And she was rocking out. Hard. And she apparently had also been drinking like a fish all night too, because she was fucking drunk. So we do our thing, and then vacate the bar to pack our shit up and go home. As I'm trying to get Brandon's drum into the SUV, she comes stumbling out of the darkness to tell me how awesome we were. I guess that's cool, but coming from someone's wino coke fiend grandma, it loses some of the magic of adoration.
Specimen 2: Drug Boy.
Yesterday, on Easter (a fine pagan holiday stolen by the christians), I went for a walk around Keene with Sandy. We actually covered quite a distance, and my feet were killing me by the time we made it back. We stopped at the convenience store to get a pack of cloves. This apparently was a mistake. After buying said pack of cloves, I decided to smoke one. And as I walked back to Sandy's dorm we cross the path of drug boy. Almost as soon as he saw me, he asked to bum a cigarette off me. Upon giving him one, he immediately asks me if I smoke weed, and then proceeds to show me his vaporizer (which he's just carrying around in his hand). I got to then hear all about how he grows the follow at his apartment: tobacco, marijuana, psychedelic mushrooms, and apparently his imagination. It was immediately obvious that this kid was full of more shit than the toilets on the first floor of the student center. He basically contradicted himself with every other sentence he spoke, first he wanted to know if I had weed because he was looking for some.... but then he wanted to sell me weed too, and shrooms and cocaine... After a painful 2 mins of interaction with this kid I finally am able to send him off on tangent and leave. Every second I had to talk to him I felt like my body was being irradiated by stupidity ions shooting out of his head.
God damn....
But that aside, I must write about these awesome specimens of humanity that I've had the misfortune of encountering this weekend.
Specimen 1: The Metal Hag.
On 03/25/05 Perpetual Winter played in Dee Dee's Bar located in Quincy Mass. The shitty part about the show was that Sandy couldn't be in the bar because it was a 21+ show (total bullshit btw). So a good deal of that night was actually spent sitting the rental car. Anyways, once we took the "stage" and started to rock, out of nowhere came this hideous wretch of a woman that had to be at least 50. She was wearing some manner of honey mustard yellow blouse under a black leather vest. And she was rocking out. Hard. And she apparently had also been drinking like a fish all night too, because she was fucking drunk. So we do our thing, and then vacate the bar to pack our shit up and go home. As I'm trying to get Brandon's drum into the SUV, she comes stumbling out of the darkness to tell me how awesome we were. I guess that's cool, but coming from someone's wino coke fiend grandma, it loses some of the magic of adoration.
Specimen 2: Drug Boy.
Yesterday, on Easter (a fine pagan holiday stolen by the christians), I went for a walk around Keene with Sandy. We actually covered quite a distance, and my feet were killing me by the time we made it back. We stopped at the convenience store to get a pack of cloves. This apparently was a mistake. After buying said pack of cloves, I decided to smoke one. And as I walked back to Sandy's dorm we cross the path of drug boy. Almost as soon as he saw me, he asked to bum a cigarette off me. Upon giving him one, he immediately asks me if I smoke weed, and then proceeds to show me his vaporizer (which he's just carrying around in his hand). I got to then hear all about how he grows the follow at his apartment: tobacco, marijuana, psychedelic mushrooms, and apparently his imagination. It was immediately obvious that this kid was full of more shit than the toilets on the first floor of the student center. He basically contradicted himself with every other sentence he spoke, first he wanted to know if I had weed because he was looking for some.... but then he wanted to sell me weed too, and shrooms and cocaine... After a painful 2 mins of interaction with this kid I finally am able to send him off on tangent and leave. Every second I had to talk to him I felt like my body was being irradiated by stupidity ions shooting out of his head.
God damn....
added 3/28/2005 10:31:00 PM
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