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GREAT show by The Used last night. Awesome. Waited outside FOREVER, finally went in around 7:45 (it was supposed to start at 7) and theSTART started playing around 8:20. They were okay, but all their songs sounded the same. S.T.U.N was next, they were fuckin' awesome I tell you. Coheed and Cambria didn't impress me, I don't know what all the big freakin' fuss is about. 1/2 through Coheed and Cambria I had to get picked up over the rail cause the swarm of people had me dying, I literally was close to passing out, it was so horrible, I forgot what that felt like! Keith had to attempt to knock out some people just to get my legs free. Once I got air I was fine. I spent the rest of the time on the side with a good view. I should've been there all along... well whatever, we got disbanded as the show went on, and I saw Keith with Bert in his face, he was having a great time. But after "The Taste of Ink" I didn't see him anymore, and I found out after the show that he had passed out for a good 2 minutes, and he woke up lying down around where I was. He was disappointed he couldn't survive the front row hehe. I have battle wounds from the fence and from people literally jamming their bodies onto mine, but besides the extrenuous sweating and heat exhaustion and complete and total dehydration the show was great, and very well worth it. Bert threw his shirts and Keith caught one for me hah. Smells like sweat, cigarettes and cologne. What a mixture. I think I gave him about a gazillion hugs and said I loved him the same amount. Some guy who crowd-surfed and passed by me saw the Waiting Theory shirt I had on and said that he was a good friend of Dwayne's and that he'd probably met me before? I forgot his name completely, if he even said it. I just know that we said we'd probably see each other sometime in the future or something. What a blur. Afterwards we raided the 7-11 for some NON-Price-Gouged water and gatorade and mountain dew slurpees. That was the shit. We drank and drank until we were about to explode, and we were refreshed. Got home around 2am. Shorter time coming home than going over there. Good times, very memorable. I can't share anything. It's always them them them them. Not a simple moment of glory where I could share my story. Them, them, THEM. Fuck them. And that is all. |