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Oh my god. Worst show ever.
It was so fucking freezing at the show (outside under a tent) that I couldn't feel my fingers. My string broke on my first guitar, and I had to use my backup for the 7 remaining songs. My friends said it was good, but I fucked up so much I felt terrible.
Even worse, my archenemies were there heckling my sister and I. I used the Seinfeld "I don't go to where you work and heckle you" line.
After the show while I was packing up, he was calling my sister a fat, ugly, pothead, loser, cunt that isn't going to college, and he called me dumb and ugly and claimed that I failed out, when I didn't, I was financially suspended. He is a fucking rich jackass that doesn't understand how expensive college is.
Anyways, I was so angry I couldn't even think of words to describe how much I hated him. In these situations, I usually end up using alliteration and accidentally saying "faggot." I don't hate gays(I love you HaydenAsche!), it is just a derogatory word that pops in my mind when I am really angry.
So here is a tidbit of the convo:
Me: Get away from my sister you fucking fucker
Him: (I can't remember)
Me: Get away from me you fucking faggot
Him: What you hate gay people now?
Me: No just you, you are like a bundle of sticks, you should burn you fucker
Second worst day of my life.
I feel like getting drunk, killing someone, and getting fucked. Perhaps all at the same time.
Post-script:
Apparently I cut my hand while playing guitar tonight, because an hour after I left, I found blood on my knuckles. My hands were so numb that I couldn't even feel the pain of my knuckles being cut (apparently on the string that broke.)
It is really easy to fuck up guitar parts when you can't feel the frets.
I need a hug!
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