Well, the morning started out pretty good, except for having to clean out the back seat of the car I was barrowing from a friend. You know..if you are gonna lend...nevermind...heh..it wasnt that big of a deal.. ONWARD!...Waiting on my friend Scott to arrive which he does a little later than aggreed apon...still no biggie. Stop in Augusta to pic up my brother and a few other friends. HA!..this is fucking funny...my mom has TAKEN my brothers ticket with her by accident..so we are beating my sisters door down like gangbusters...Ticket located. Onward!...You know the great thing about road trips with friends...looking back on the old days. NONE OF US shut up the entire trip from Augusta to Atlanta, it was great. Alot of "hey, remember when we...."...good times. Alright, we have arrived in Atlanta....now where the hell do we go from here. Navagational duties have been given to my bro....we get lost...in a not so friendly looking section of the ATL. Again...no big deal. Thats why we left as early as we did, i had forseen this happening. OK...this is something important, remember reading this for a future event; Scott has been drinking the ENTIRE trip since we left Columbia, South Carolina.
Here are the players; Mitchell - my brother for the last 26.5 years; Rusty - fuck, its been so long I cant remember when I met Rusty...but i cant tell you its been a LONG FUCKING TIME. Then we got Parker - The 16 year old and we're busting his concert going cherry with KORN and HELLYEAH. Scott - a friend and co-worker of mine for the past 1.5 years.
Now you know the players time for the meat of the story - the GODDAMN FUCKING CONCERT. Out of the gate...Scott produces a joint which never would have entered the car if i had know it...Him and Mitchell proceed to "smoke it up" RIGHT in front of the ATL police. Fags. But they some how go unnoticed...WTF. We stopped about 10 mins prior to get some Mickey D's. Thats when Scott goes and buys a fucking ace bandage to strap a bottle of Bacardi rum to the inside of his thigh. I told him...you CANNOT bring that in the gate.....but goddamn if he didnt make it in with it....oh yeah...and on the walk to the gate drops the bottle about 4 times in front of the venue staff. A GLASS BOTTLE...it made noise...after all this he still makes it in the gate with the bottle intact...and this is no exaggeration...he is SHITFACED already. Then there was an ordeal with Rusty and the infamous BACKPACK! full of his medication...So after about 20 minutes we are all inside and ready for the music...which should have been starting....some kind of delay. After staking our claim on a patch of Lawn in the venue Scott whips out the bacardi...WITH venue staff watching...BUSTED!...NOT!....Scott gives them the bottle of rum and they still want to kick him out...One the staff tries to grab Scott's arm and this is what i heard "MOTHERFUCKER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!" "You got the right one, you punk motherfucker"...oh shit...here we go! Not even 45 minutes of being here shit is starting. Then a what appears to be a Senior staff member comes up and asked what was going on..."Sir, i found this on his person" Scott interjects "BULLSHIT, he found it on the ground" Senior staff says "Alright sir, enjoy the show". Bullshit avoided right?....NOT...These words come from Scott's drunken mouth "Buncha punk ass bitches" MOTHERFUCKER....im thinking "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" So one of them turns back around and proceeds to feed into Scotts bullshit talk. Which I got into by telling the staff memeber no to fall into a bullshit situation because its pointless. Nah..I really just said "SHIT man!...he's fucking drunk, what do you expect". HA!....see ya security.
The next few hours go by uneventful, Scott hands me a freaking 20$ bill for some reason. "WTF" i tried giving it back to him. So, when he didnt take it back...i bought myself and Rusty a BEER!! And Rusty lucks in to an Opeth vynl that this dude "just didnt feel like carrying around anymore". Into the back of medication it goes. Good shot Rusty.
Back to the lawn to see HELLfuckingYEAH!!...Scott's fucking passed out, drunkerd. HellYeah tore it up, but i think they should have went on stage later in the day. Alcohaulin Ass......great song. Alrighty then, after hell yeah..this is where it starts to get FUCKED. They have these tents setup, with little sprinklers in them, I see to cool off because it was HOT AS FUCK! Rusty and myself leave the tent to let other people inside, Mitchell and Parker remain inside. About 3 minutes later I start hearing "TITTIES, TITTIES, TITTIES"..."SHOW"EM, SHOW'EM, SHOW'EM"..WTF...Rusty and myself whip around faster than 3 dollar hooker at a red light. SURE ENOUGH.....just as we suspected..."TITS!" And my brother Mitchell and Rusty's brother Parker. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! ...HAHAHAHA!!!..That boy should be the host of "Girls Gone Wild". I swear. I look at Rusty and say, "DUDE your brother is having WAY more fun than I did at my first concert!". This goes on for about 10 minutes until dickhead Venue staff gets involved. He kicks one of the chicks out, I watched the entire thing go down, she must have told them someone "pulled" her top off...LIE..i watched her take it off. Staffer "Alright, the next time I hear about some girls top being pulled off your going to jail" Understandable....But is pointing at my brother, and I watched the whole event unfold, no ones top was pulled off by anyone else but its owner. Again, exact words "You aint taking no one anywhere" from my brothers mouth...I could tell Mitch was fucking with him...BUT Scott adds his 2 cents..."Motherfucker, you arent taking anyone to jail or kicking anyone out YOU FUCKING RENT-A-COP"....damn it...Scott = ejected....HAHA! Not to jail but out of the venue. FUCK!...oh well...I'll tell you this...im not taking him to anymore concerts. It was like having a 45 year old unruly kid..Cant handle having fun. BUT, Scott's part is not over yet. He freaking RIPPED calling my phone and wants his ticket. So i was gonna slip it to him at the front gate, that is until Big Bertha got involved. It was stay 3 feet from the gate or be out there with him. UHMMM...im not getting kicked out. So Scott proceeds to, again...exact words..call her a "FAT CUNT"...haha!...sorry it was funny at the time. And Scott is exscorted off the venue grounds by ATL's finest. Better than getting the irons clamped on because i would have left him there.
The rest of the show was alright, Atreyu sucked......Evanecence...sucked....Now comes Korn. I told the rest of them "If they play a bunch of that new shit...WE ARE LEAVING" BUT I SWEAR they kept the songs going from newer to classic Korn...they played "Faget"...great song! Great set and finished it off with "Blind"...Awesome.....you see i still like the old Korn stuff...The new shit...is well shit.
Back to the car, homeward bound right. NOT!...lost in ATL again...i cant find I-20 to save a burning child. In the mean time, we are checking out this free CD that we were handed upon exiting the venue. DUDE! this shit SUCKED. It was called "THE RAM"....i know WTF! Is it a CD full of songs about Beastiality????... Might as well have been, it was about "being the animal" the CD was entitled "THE ANIMUS"..or should have been called "THE ANUS". Uneventful return to Augusta, except having to pass the drunk drivers, which strattled the middle of the lanes on the interstate. GOOD TIMES!!
