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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #624
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "Marilyn Manson, Friends,
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 and Ex-Girlfriends"
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888 888 888 888 888 "
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o by Unrelated [5/9/99]
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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I went to the Manson concert, actually two of them. One up in
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Madison, and the one in Cedar Rapids. I would like to discuss the latter
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of the two.
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I had decided that I wanted to go to the Manson show in Cedar
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Rapids. My mother told me that I had $20 in my accound at a bank that I
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thought I had cancelled. Well, I closed that up, shit, I was $10 short.
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Well, I ended up spending $5 of it so now I was $15 short. So, who else to
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ask? The only other person in my family currently with a job, My younger
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brother. Nate. He gave it to me, reluctantly, on the grounds that some
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day I would pay him back. I only owe one other person money. They'll get
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it, eventually. Anywho, so after pocketing the money only one problem. NO
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RIDE!!!
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I decided I was going to hitch. I told my parents this and after
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about an hour my mom says she'll take me.... "great", I'm thinking "I'd
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probably be there by the time she finishes getting ready." My dad
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apparently was thinking the same thing 'cause he metioned something to that
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affect.
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Well, after about 20 minutes of my mom getting ready one of my
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friends decides to come over. I told him (Jason) that I was going to the
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Manson Concert and that my mom was going to drive me down there. He asked
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how much the tickets were, and after about 5 minutes of pointless
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conversation he decides to go too. Neat... I've got a ride.
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I told my mom what was going on and we left. OH yeah, one
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condition, I had to help him with his car. I don't know shit about cars.
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So we go this parts shop, pick up the parts that he needs. Go to his dad's
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shop. Where we have to buy a pop out of the pop machine (nice dad, huh?).
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Fortunately, he decides not to do any hard work, just puts on a new power
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steering belt, and we left.
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Now, on our way down to C.R. we saw more highway patrolmen pulling
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or having people pulled over than a cops T.V. show. It was insane. We
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didn't get into any trouble. WOO - HOO.
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When we finally get about half-way there Jason tells me that my
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other friends are working in this next town coming up. So, We decide to go
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look for 'em. They were working construction digging ditches for people.
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Well, we ended up finally finding them and me in my all black and spiked
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collar. One of my friends walks up to me and jokingly says"Take that shit
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off, we've got a bunch of guys who'll kick your ass" I just shrugged it off
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and gave him a handshake. They went back to work, and we continued on our
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journey.
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When we finally got there, it took us a little bit to find a place
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to park. And when we went outside, holy shit. There were christians
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there, and freaks, and lots of cops. The christians were "fighting" back
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with nice ness. They were giveing out free pop and pizza. Awesome. I
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wasn't thirsty so I took one of the pops and just dumped it out on the
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sidewalk. I'm a prick like that.
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So then we just walked up to the gate and went in. We started off
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up front before the show started. Nashville PUssy just ruled. Anyways,
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about 1/3 of the way through Nashville pussy here comes one of my friends
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from where I used to live and we grabs me by the back and pulls me to guess
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who? MY girlfriend. YES!!!! I missed her so much. Uh oh, guess who else
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was with them, My ex-girlfriend, yeh. Oh well, so I introduced everyone
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the best I could (we were in the pit of a pre-manson show). I told jason
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that I was going to the back to talk to my girlfriend and he said sure
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whatever.
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Now as we were walking back, I ran into guess who? Another
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ex-girlfriend that I hadn't seen in a year or so and didn't want to see
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again. SHIT!!! So she ends up pulling me aside and we end up talking,
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(white trash WHORE!!!) at least, she did, I was polite and gave her my
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mail addy but as for writing her back, hmmmm... maybe it's time to change
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my e-mail address.....
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Well My girlfriend, and my most recent ex-girlfriend end up going
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up top to sit in the balcony (after locating each other again) and watching
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the show. Well, as my gf and ex-gf are using the rest room guess who I
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meet up in the balcony? One of my friends from back in Dubuque where I
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used to live. Wow, what a cluster fuck.
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After Nashville Pussy got over I went down to try to find my friend
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Jason, couldn't, this sucked. And ended up running into guess who? Another
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ex-gf from a different town, this one I hadn't seen in about two years and
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again, never wanted to see again (what a fucking night). Well, this time
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it was really bad because she said she missed me and cared for me still
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but, I didn't really care, I told her that I'm with some one else. Some
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one better, who I really care about alot, and she just walked off and I
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didn't see her for the rest of the night (Thank god).
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I never found my friend Jason, and so I went back up into the
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Balcony for the rest of the show. I went down into the pit a couple of
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times, but, not like the madison show. After it was over, I went
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downstairs with my gf and ex/gf and lost them too. That sucked. Now, not
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only could I not find my ride home, I couldn't find my girlfriend to say
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good-bye, see you later. This sucked.
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Well, after waiting outside the door for a while guess who I meet?
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One of my old buddies from college. He's about 40 or so but cool as fuck.
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I helped him set up his computer system when he first got it. So we
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chatted for a minute or two and then split up.
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I ended up going outside the gate and back towards the parking ramp
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where I found my girlfriend and my other two friends and my ex-girlfriend
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who were all hanging out together. We all ended up walking back to their
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car together and guess who I meet? Another person I knew, JOsh, the Bitch.
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(that's his official title) Tom and I go over to his house, break his
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stuff and treat him like shit, he's funny like that. Also, every time I
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see him, I make him give me a dollar.
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After hanging out with them for a while I ended up going back to the
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other parking ramp to find my friend jason. Well after a block or two we
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see the cops walking down the side of the street we were cutting people
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off. So, I ended up asking a cop to help us across the road, what a nice
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cop, good cop, here's your doughnut. Well, after we ended up outside the
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other parking ramp I finally find Jason. It turns out he was down in the
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pit the whole time helping keep people away from some short girl with
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asthma. What a nice guy.
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So, I make him go inside for a while as my girlfriend and I talked.
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She was talking about breaking up, I wouldn't let her. I told her I would
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call her later and that I would stop by to see her shortly. After that,
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she left. The next little adventure entailed inside the parking ramp where
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Jason and I got to watch the cops beat the crap out of some guy. Neat.
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Well, we took off early, we didn't go hang out, and we got ripped
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off 'cause Manson didn't even break anything interesting. But, all in all,
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it was time to call it a night.
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As we were driving the interstate home, me half asleep, Jason says
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something to me that I couldn't make out. After a while he tells me there
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was a hith hiker back there, damn, that just made me feel shitty. oh well,
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back to sleep.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #624 - WRITTEN BY: UNRELATED - 5/9/99 ]
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