If it wasn’t for the freezing cold rain…

If it wasn’t for the freezing cold rain and constant breeze running over my coat-less, umbrella-less body, I might not have felt so close to death standing in line for the concert last night.

And if it wasn’t for the unruly mob that sucked us, the true fans, into being the wall of the mosh pit, I might have enjoyed the show a bit more. And if it wasn’t for the elbows, heads, shoulders, and various other body parts grinding into my chest, I might have been able to breathe easier. And if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to keep looking behind me in hopes to catch the Nike of a crowd-surfer before it rammed my head, and the holding up of passed-out attendees around me, I might have enjoyed the show a bit more. And if it wasn’t for the battle I fought just to keep my balance through the entire show, I might have been able to enjoy it a bit more.

I am not mad. I am not regretting I went. I am just thoroughly disappointed in the crowd. I seriously was holding back many, many punches. The *ONLY* reason I didn’t (because if you’re gonna punch anyone… do it in a mosh pit where it’s somewhat accepted) is because I knew that would only add fuel to the fire and I would lose all chance to enjoy at least some of the show. (Please note I’ve never punched anyone, ever. But I would have last night.)

Tool should not have a rowdy crowd. There are no words to describe the hatred I have for so many individuals of this sold out, crapped out, and jaded society.

I have some new B&W’s I took of Becky. We like them, but I can’t seem to get myself to scan and post them. Keep bugging me about them and maybe I’ll get around to them quicker.

Coz

Create until nothing is left to create.

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