Monday, October 5, 2009

Overheard inside the head of a 31 year old at a punk rock show.

Man, Social D brings out all the various punk types – hardcore punks, rockabilly punks, Betty Page girl punks, indie punks, scum punks, frat punks (their the worst of all), old punks.

It smells sweaty in here.

I think that fat guy is going to flip over the guardrail. And there he goes.

With that beard and hint of a beer gut, Mike Ness sort of looks like Lyle Alzado. Sad.

I think Mike Ness is going to beat up that kid in the front row for mouthing off.

Holy shit, am I standing in the old people section?

That’s a nice looking ladder over there in the corner.

I think this kid’s going to puke on my shoes.

It’s probably a bad idea to stand next to the speakers. I think the sound is moving my jeans.

$40 for a punk ticket is kind of an oxymoron.

Okay, I’m too old for this.

Mike Ness is too.

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