Blue Falcon

Ingus and Dingus

A concert has been announced in your area. It turns out to be one of your favorite bands. So you get up at the crack of dawn the day that tickets go on sale, you straggle out of your house, and you stand in line for a couple of hours to get your well deserved tickets as soon as they go on sale. Now all you have to do is wait.

Concert day arrives, again, you get there early to be sure to avoid any sort of rush. You find your great seats, and just wait for your band to come out and do what you came there to see them do, put on a great show. Sure, you have to wait through maybe one or two opening bands, but hey, they were still decent right?

Finally, the main event comes on stage the lights go out and... Ingus and Dingus beside you light up a dube. Now, i could really care less if people like that enjoy wasting there hard earned money on some weed, but I really dont need it when im at a concert. I also know that rock and drugs go hand in hand. blah blah blah I dont care. I hate it when i have to sit close to two or more people sharing some drag weed. I did not come to this concert to smell the scent of mary jane and listen to the annecdotes of Ingus telling Dingus that he hasnt seen his feet since he put his shoes on. I got enough of that from the guy in front of me in my english class last year.

So please, if you gotta get high at a concert, go to the rest rooms, get high before you come but please, dont do it next to me.

This is Falcon signing off.

posted by Blue Falcon @ 12:07 PM