monovox

I've never been a fighting man. I always seemed to be able tho talk my way into and out of 'interesting positions'. I was always concidered and concidered myself as a pacifist...

well, I am rubbing the knot on the back of my head from a crackhead hick kid who decided that he was going to play rat a tat-tat on the back of my head at the Modest Mouse show tonight. I didn't even clock him when he spit beer in my face... but shit, I guess that I knocked him pretty good. My good friend that I was there with said that he went down with a bloody face before security hauled him away. (he had been starting shit with alot of other poeple up to that). It was damn hard to relax after that though. I had been having a damn good time up to that too...

Some people next to me ended up smoking me out and that helped the adrenalin ease up. Modest mouse was really great. They are really great live.

I didn't intend to hit anyone in the whole event. But I don't regret my actions. I would have 5 years ago, but I can't be responsible for stupid people. Nor can I be passive in life. life is strange... and I have to work in 6 hours.