| Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 03:58 am Busy night. |
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Work, then beer, then dinner, then the Less Than Jake show. Alas, I missed Oreskaband, the all Japanese schoolgirl ska band opening act. There were middle-schoolers there. I feel old. Say what you will about Less Than Jake, but they put on one hell of a show. It takes talent and energy to get a sullen, 6-foot-5 metalhead to start spontaneously pogoing around the room with a huge grin on his face.
Then I headed over to Halo with Jess and Kaz for the Utah Saints show. As we walked towards the club, we made a brief wrong turn and went a block in the opposite direction. At the corner I consulted the iPhone and realized my mistake. As we are about to walk back, I notice a couple across the street arguing. They are both in their early 20s, black, and screaming. He's wearing the standard baggy athletic wear. She's got skin tight pants and heels so spiky you could put an eye out with them. They continue to yell as we walk away.
Half a block up, I hear a familiar crackling. I turn around. As far as I can tell, then guy was pissed at her for some reason having to do with him paying a lot of money for her weave. He was trying to repossess it. He's got her 2-foot long pony tail in a deathgrip and is yanking for all it's worth. She's trying to shove a large and sparking stun gun up his nose. They are screaming, rotating and shooting sparks.
I quickly called 911 and ducked into the club. |
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