Man if I was in a fight I use kicking as a primary means of attack and that’s a problem because these jeans are really tight and I’m not sure how high I could kick in them.
“my thoughts on fighting after witnessing a fight last night.”
love this. yes, take that life.
Our last show beote the long drive to Denver was in some Podunk college town in Texas. No one came. China puked both directly before and just after the set due to perpetual morning scickness. Mears had his bottle of beer, coors light I think, on stage and eneded up dumping the contents of the bottle onto nathans computer and so no samples in the show. Bad night. We were done and ready for some real rest. Zach, Kim, Marke an most likely Adam were smoking one last before getting on the bus while I went through the cerimomu that was starting “the destroyer.” When I had finished I declaird us ready and they all began filing in. Marke and Kim were the last in and Marke threw back the last of his beer and then turned and hurled the bottle against the wall of the bar. He climes aboard with a little boy grin on his face. When I think about it, this was about the perfect way to end the tour.