What a weird fuckin weekend. I worked security at this hippie/rock festival in the middle of the sticks. Trudging around a campsite full of drunken farmboys and rock chicks on GHB, from 6PM to 6AM two nights in a row.
Luckily I got to play the good cop (think of me as a steel fist with a velvet glove on:p ).
We had a couple of very diciplined and skilled profesisonal cage fighters working there, along with us regular spare-time fighter goons. And the farmboys were constantly looking for trouble, and we werent enough muscle, so there was this constant adrenaline feed.
And there were some right wing idiots doing Sieg Heils to the hippies and starting fights, and we had to be constantly on our toes to jump in whenever they went crazy, which was all the time.
But it feels kinda good to muster the self dicipline to walk into a camp of drunk nazis and do the alpha dog thing and confiscate their weapons and convince them theyre better off not raising their voices to me. I didnt know I could do shit like that
Luckily I was hired as photographer for a couple of friends bands for saturday night, so I got to drink with them and hang out backstage where all the friendly people are.
Normal people scare me.
I always fall in love with the countryside, but after two days it fills me with dread. But I want a farm, where I can run around naked. Somewhere close to water, so I can get out of bed and run straight into the sea/lake/river.
But first I need a girlfriend. Being naked alone is good, but, you know.
Luckily I got to play the good cop (think of me as a steel fist with a velvet glove on:p ).
We had a couple of very diciplined and skilled profesisonal cage fighters working there, along with us regular spare-time fighter goons. And the farmboys were constantly looking for trouble, and we werent enough muscle, so there was this constant adrenaline feed.
And there were some right wing idiots doing Sieg Heils to the hippies and starting fights, and we had to be constantly on our toes to jump in whenever they went crazy, which was all the time.
But it feels kinda good to muster the self dicipline to walk into a camp of drunk nazis and do the alpha dog thing and confiscate their weapons and convince them theyre better off not raising their voices to me. I didnt know I could do shit like that
Luckily I was hired as photographer for a couple of friends bands for saturday night, so I got to drink with them and hang out backstage where all the friendly people are.
Normal people scare me.
I always fall in love with the countryside, but after two days it fills me with dread. But I want a farm, where I can run around naked. Somewhere close to water, so I can get out of bed and run straight into the sea/lake/river.
But first I need a girlfriend. Being naked alone is good, but, you know.
Glad you survived the hippie festival