silencio

I missed Brutally Frank, but I got to see The Filthy Thirds and The Legendary Shack Shakers. Excellent show. I got drunker than I intended to. Strange since I only had four beers. Two PBRs and a couple of Miller High Lifes. Geez. Got toasted. Met a guy from class. Should see him tommorow. If I make it. Saw lots of familiar faces. Talked to some crazy people. I should have brought the camera, but I didn't think about it.

Got depressed about half way through the show. I don't know if it was from the booze or what. I just zoned out and started thinking about my life. Which is...ok. I guess. I don't know. Faces blur. I felt like I was floating in the ocean. Waiting to drown. It was wierd being in the middle of all those people. They were all having fun or atleast it appeared that way.

Oh yeah, I was standing next to some skinheads at the bar. That made me a little angry. I could hear them talking their skinhead bullshit. Nonsense. Why do people do shit like that? Are you that lonely and insecure? Why can't you find a real identity. Fucking losers. These weren't kids either. They were in their late twenties or early thirties. Fuck. I understand the need to belong, but being a skinhead or whatever is about the stupidest thing you could do. Oh well. It's been quite some time since I've seen people like that. I thought they disappeared.

Time to pass out. Wish me luck on getting to class tommorow.