07-27-2009, 03:56 PM
Ow Alex, don't get me started 
Reading your post gave me flashbacks of school parties, farm parties, sitting sober as a goose on some godforsaken path in the middle of nowhere surrounded by kids who have barely hit puberty and are too drunk to walk because of the three whopping beers they had
Jumping from the attic of a barn into a haystack, landing on your sister who apparently crawled under there with some boy. Whom we all knew she's had a secret crush on for like ages. Being the only guy who actually brought a tent to an actual "Bring your own tent" party. Waking up on the bottom of a pile of people as a consequence with some guy snoring in your ear.
This pseudo feud between the local kids who liked one type of music versus the local kids who liked the other house/trance type of music. (Only relevant in the weekend because we did like and played the same video games after school the rest of the week) (Small town politics )
Regularly ending up in the gay bar because that's the place where the crowd was most relaxed even though you had to watch out for the guy with the desert eagle water pistol filled with vodka. Who for some reason got a kick out of squirting guys in the face, (I think there was something Freudian going on there).
Ow and this really weird punk kid who always came in a sarong? His favorite hobby was running up to cops and begging them to put the handcuffs on him. Because as he would put it the chances of being put into handcuffs by real men those days were really small! The police officers involved knew the kid by name and usually they made a few jokes and he was happy as rain the rest of the evening.
Those were the days. We were so innocent and saw such crazy things. I still have my long hair, but it doesn't do much more than entertain coworkers at the very occasional unavoidable coworker party these days. :-/
Get off my lawn!
I wish I knew who made it so I could thank him in the name of the bus load of guys and gals I made to smile with that including myself. Especially the fact that the metalhead is neatly disguised as a regular Joe whom many of us became. Visited by a butterfly, in essence the symbol of change and life after life. The man is still deeply in tune with the sanctity of metal which is brilliantly reflected by calling the butterfly an angel.
Amen.
Btw, if you don't know it yet, check out Sonata Arctica. Very speedy and kinda metalic Much more polished than the old stuff, I think it is brilliant though.
Reading your post gave me flashbacks of school parties, farm parties, sitting sober as a goose on some godforsaken path in the middle of nowhere surrounded by kids who have barely hit puberty and are too drunk to walk because of the three whopping beers they had
Jumping from the attic of a barn into a haystack, landing on your sister who apparently crawled under there with some boy. Whom we all knew she's had a secret crush on for like ages. Being the only guy who actually brought a tent to an actual "Bring your own tent" party. Waking up on the bottom of a pile of people as a consequence with some guy snoring in your ear.
This pseudo feud between the local kids who liked one type of music versus the local kids who liked the other house/trance type of music. (Only relevant in the weekend because we did like and played the same video games after school the rest of the week) (Small town politics
)Regularly ending up in the gay bar because that's the place where the crowd was most relaxed even though you had to watch out for the guy with the desert eagle water pistol filled with vodka. Who for some reason got a kick out of squirting guys in the face, (I think there was something Freudian going on there).
Ow and this really weird punk kid who always came in a sarong?
His favorite hobby was running up to cops and begging them to put the handcuffs on him. Because as he would put it the chances of being put into handcuffs by real men those days were really small! The police officers involved knew the kid by name and usually they made a few jokes and he was happy as rain the rest of the evening. Those were the days.
We were so innocent and saw such crazy things. I still have my long hair, but it doesn't do much more than entertain coworkers at the very occasional unavoidable coworker party these days. :-/Get off my lawn!
Quote:I really liked that Butterfly thing. It made my day actually.You're not the first
I wish I knew who made it so I could thank him in the name of the bus load of guys and gals I made to smile with that including myself. Especially the fact that the metalhead is neatly disguised as a regular Joe whom many of us became. Visited by a butterfly, in essence the symbol of change and life after life. The man is still deeply in tune with the sanctity of metal which is brilliantly reflected by calling the butterfly an angel.Amen.
Btw, if you don't know it yet, check out Sonata Arctica. Very speedy and kinda metalic
Much more polished than the old stuff, I think it is brilliant though.