These Are the Days

I have had a few people tell me to write more…I apologize, I have been incredibly busy as of late. When school starts I will start writing more as I won’t be drinking every night (Although drinking helps me on the creative end of the writing process.).

Tuesday night Rory & I decided to roll down to The Rave in Milwaukee to check out one of my favorite bands Breaking Benjamin. They have a new album dropping next Tuesday (Pick it up.) & I was anxious to hear a little of the new stuff.

We arrived in Milwaukee & parked a ways away from The Rave. We are talking a complete ghetto neighborhood. I have never been stared at more in my life. Anyway…I made sure my doors were locked we started our trek. After what seemed like a 6 hour walk (My bad.) we made it to the show.

The 1^st band, Dropping Daylight was on stage when we got there. I love these guys after seeing the show. They bring a ton of energy to the stage on top of just plain good song writing. Their lead singer is classically trained in piano bringing a whole different feel when they played. I would recommend a couple of their songs…Brace Yourself & Back To Nowhere, it’s all really good stuff.

In any event, I really didn’t set the stage well here. When we walked in The Rave, it was very apparent they did not have air. A 1,000 people packed into a small room with no air, genius. The smell of BO was pungent. I generally hate emo/goth/creepy people, but it never occurred to me they didn’t shower. It was disgusting.

To beat the heat, many decided to take their shirts off. For the men, a terrible idea. I won’t even get into that scenery. For the women, a great idea. It is always a bonus when I can see some 16 year old cans at a rock concert. Well worth the $20 entrance fee.

Anyway… the next band was Evans Blue…I can’t emphasize how much I like these guys. They brought a ton of energy to the show & rocked out. They just released Over to the radio & have previously had Cold (But I’m Still Here) on the radio. I am a huge fan of their song Beg. As usual, check it out.

After Evans Blue, we waited for Breaking Benjamin. I have been waiting for these guys to roll back around for awhile. The wait was worth it. BB opening with Polyamorous, jacking up the crowd immediately. They ripped through their huge songs while also covering Tool’s Sober.

The lead singer was absolutely trashed. From the time he walked on stage to the time he left, he was gripping the mic stand like a fat kid hangs on to a Dilly Bar. It kept him up & he made it so props to him. I will take one shot…To quote Rory, “He definitely is not from Wisconsin.” He struggled to even shotgun beers. He tried three times to get 1 down leaving half bottles twice & spitting the 3^rd half bottle all over himself…Weak.

Breaking Benjamin closed with the Deftones’ Bored (Finally some Deftones that didn’t kill my ears.) & we made our way out. Our adventure was not over yet.

On our way back to my rig we stopped at a gas station…Featuring bullet proof glass around the cashier & an Indian (The country) that spoke no English. Welcome to inner city America.

The gas station was simply an intro course to an inner city license. As we finished the walk we were bombarded with request after request for $2. Always $2…there were guys literally running after us. I wish I could have helped them get sandwiches, but somehow I felt they were being dishonest. It’s more likely my quarters would have been going towards a hypodermic needle (rusty of course) full or heroin or a 40 ounces malt beverage. Here’s an idea, instead of sitting on a street corner chasing my white ass down, try getting a j-o-b…just an idea.

Our final encounter was truly a 1^st for me. We were solicited by a gem of a woman for sex. You have to love prostitutes….The chick had a smoking hot body. You have to love a woman on heroin, it shows commitment to keeping the goods hot. You can try Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers or count calories…but nothing is a substitute for good old heroin…I am serious. The body may have been hot but her grill looked like Beetlejuice from Howard Stern, it scared the hell out of me.

I vaguely heard what she said trying to avoid airborne STD’s, however it was something to the effect that should would blow Rory & I. I didn’t quote any prices, though I wish I had, but I feel strongly $20 would have gotten me far. She then made sure we knew she would be on that corner all night & to make sure we informed our friends of that fact.
I wished I had gotten a price. I mean, I have never nailed a prostitute, although my dating record would lean one to feel otherwise. Think of what you could do to a prostitute…seriously…$20? What does that get you? There is absolutely no nice in the situation. I would work over a punching bag before I ever got near a hooker (On top of laminating my body.). You want to work out some aggression, get a hooker. I am guessing you can punch her in the face, make your elbow disappear, or even play a game of Missing Beer Bottle (I am still working on the rules.). It is just a guess or maybe a hypothesis, but one could ascertain if you are feeding your coke habit sleeping with fat sweaty men, you are game for above average sex. Anyway…just a PSA…

I love you all…I am working on a blog about my medical adventure a couple weeks ago & maybe my trip to the Dieks Bentley concert.

Currently Playing…
“Every Mile A Memory”
By Dierks Bentley

Posted by D. Schwa on Saturday, August 05, 2006 at 8:56 PM | Permalink