So I drove 3 hours into Jersey to see Madball last night. Jessica had to work so I went solo. Honestly, it was the best thing for me. I have been in a rotten mood for about 2 weeks now. The show was great. Apparently, Hellfest was cancelled, and this was something they threw together last minute. I figured it was a sign since I couldnt go to Hellfest. Once again I saw the bassest, Hoya, and he recognized me. I also met Mitts, and Freddy. Freddy is actually my hero. Has been for about 12 years. You can obviously imagine how exited I was.
So I was in the front sceraming the lyrics for the most part, until I decided to go into the pit and practice my moves. I'm a bit rusty.
I aslo got punched in the back of the head by some little emo bitch who was there because she thinks it the cool thing to do. I wanted so bad to fucking punch her in the throat but I didnt. So I ended up threatening her boyfriend instead. (Another emo douche bag) He looked scared. So I left it at the threatening, until the chick decided to kick me in the shin, because I bumped into her. One of my new Madball buddies saw what happened and before I knew it, threw a haymaker right into the boyfriends jaw.
I later told the kid he's lucky I didnt hit him and his chick because they would have on there backs. (I pack a punch.)
Anyways, the moral of the story kids...............
Dont stand up front at the edge of the pit at a Madball show if you are not prepared to get bumped around a bit. Maybe even slammed into.
Ya dig.
It sucks that Jessica couldnt come, but it really served its purpose. I feel fresh. I think its what I needed.
I got some fucking great pics of the band, but I am going to keep them for myself, because I might send them to Madball. For some CD artwork.
PEACE OUT
infinity:
haha, nice time you had