Now where do you get the idea that it would be my fault? Here is what was posted elsewhere about last night:
So I "heard" there was some squatter junkie fuck at the U-Turn last night. He starts his quest for pain quickly, outside the show walking around with a beer an acoustic guitar and his ass literally hanging out. I "heard" he was disgusting. Clothes dirty as shit, all ripped and cut up, smelled like shit. So a not so young skin decided to tell the fucker not to fuck up the last place we had to really hang out on Saturday night in this fine city. He eventually calmed down some and went on into the show, although he truly insulted our friend and hero by saying they were the same "ilk". Maybe ten minutes into the show (first band was Flinch and they fucking were amazing, good old school break downs, check out their myspace: http://www.myspace.com/dcflinch) he is jumping around with his pants falling off. Why are his pant falling off? Because he has a disgusting red piece of cloth for a belt, and it's just not keeping up with his antics. So the retard goes up and over a table full of very large very black men and he gets tossed all the way from the back of the floor all the ay up to the mike stand (show had just started and he was the only person on the floor). Well this pisses him off so he stands of and punches this punker chick square in the face. I'm, oh wait I mean my friend the skinhead, is out of his chair in an instant. The girl laughs off his pussy blow and flicks her cigarette in the back of this douche bags head. The skin grabs him and pushes him around a little until sits down and shuts up. SO the skin girl that runs e venue comes up and says he has to go. Well, this guy decides he doesn't want to leave just yet. He gets popped a few times and starts pretend convulsing on the floor. So the hero of our story has had enough, just when junkies face is about to meet boot, his junkie hippy girlfriend throws herself prostrate across his body crying out. The girls drag her off and the boot party begins. This kid is freaking out, and talking mad shit at the same time. He won't stay down and he won't get up. He's like a fish out of water. So our fair prince decides enough is enough, one hand one the throat and about 8 punches to the kids faces calms him down some. About this time our fair haired heroes friend and ally (we'll call him biscuitCookieLoudGuy) is giving him the sambas to the back. One of his crusty friends pulls our hero from the now prostrate piece of shit saying "come on man that's enough. So our protagonists start to pull the guy outside. He starts to struggle some, and catches a quick doc martin to the face. As the group proceeds to lift the scumbags now dead weight he comes to his senses and starts screaming about his guitar and shit. So he is allowed to go to the bar to get his shit. Well he decides he wants to talk some more smack, things like "You're all posers" and "fuck your scene, I piss on your scene". Again the melee breaks out. Several blows to the head neck and body and our scummy shit bag is on his way to the stairs where he decides to resume the tired. One of the more vocal females has had enough and essentially throws hemi down the stairs and into the door, guitar and all. Our very handsome hero decides he need some more encouragement to leave and throws him off the flight and down the rest of the stairs, unfortunately the emo half of the clubs management doesn't like this and takes our friend and story teller out side. As the crowd moves outside, he finally realizes just how much danger he is in, and begs to give his girl the guitar, because it isn't his (well, most street people couldn't afford a guitar right?) and these evil skinheads are going to fuck him up, they are going to kill him he's screaming, they are going to jump him. Of course the boys in blue decide to show up right then. SO he got away. Oh well, another time. Later in the evening, our friend and ally (we'll call him biscuitCookieLoudGuy) is getting waters for himself and our recently sober friend. A real old school homeless alchie type decides he wants to go to the show, without paying, and get booze he can't pay for. Well the door man, dougie fresh, obviously has a problem with this. So the cookie and dougie proceed to throw said bum down two flights of stairs where the bum decides to rant about he's gonna fuck up a racist skinhead. Now mind you there are as many black hardcore kids, punks and skins at this show as white. Once again the boys in blue show up and spoil all the fun. Our friends and story tellers, having had a full evening of fun, decide to head back to the ranch. Upon entering their car and driving off into the night, our fair haired hero learns he broke his toe on the first junkies head. Man that kid needs to buy some steel toes. THE END Now why does it take this long for these types to realize they are about to get themselves fucked up? -- Tim Heald [EMAIL PROTECTED] 703-300-3911 -----Original Message----- From: Deanna Schneider [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Sunday, March 12, 2006 9:02 PM To: CF-Community Subject: Re: Deanna how you doing ... See, now, if you were working out all the time and getting rid of all that agression, you wouldn't be breaking your toe kicking people. :) On 3/12/06, Loathe <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > That's awesome. > > Columbia, the town where we are buying our new house has an owners > association that has gyms and pools and all sorts of stuff. They > offer a triathlon training program I'm considering starting. > > However, I broke my left big toe on a squatter junkie POS at some show > last night, so I'll have to wait a bit. > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| Message: http://www.houseoffusion.com/lists.cfm/link=i:5:199678 Archives: http://www.houseoffusion.com/cf_lists/threads.cfm/5 Subscription: http://www.houseoffusion.com/lists.cfm/link=s:5 Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/cf_lists/unsubscribe.cfm?user=89.70.5 Donations & Support: http://www.houseoffusion.com/tiny.cfm/54
