What can you really say about
Monday, February 26, 2007
What can you really say about
Friday, February 23, 2007
We escaped death and arrived in
We got up, went to a bank, and went to the mall that we always go to when we are in
It was Misha’s birthday, so he walked around and pretended like he was going to buy something. Of course, he didn’t.
For the 3rd straight time at this mall, Terror got "rockegnized". I love when people just tell you who you are and what you are doing. "You are in Terror and you are playing at Graceland tonight!" No, we just happened to be in Seattle walking around a shitty mall without a food court.
The only good thing about the mall was a lot of fair looking broads walking around in fuck me boots and oversized sweaters with their asses hanging out the bottom. Since everything sucked there, except the girls with the boots and butts, we went to the Olive Garden. Frank 3 gun and I have shared many a meal at that particular location, so it brought back some memories. Hold your head Frank, Terror (yes, all members) still loves you.
Jim Hesketh from Champion came to join us for lunch and told us about his new band that he is doing. They are playing soon, so be on the lookout for that. He also told us about his job at Whole Foods. Does every hardcore dude work at Whole Foods? Dumb.
I bought Misha lunch for his birthday. He described it as “Bomb.”
We got to the club and found out that All Shall Perish had cancelled due to the singer having an asthma attack. Wait, it was convenient that he had an asthma attack right after
Furious Styles were nice enough to open the show in ASP’s place. They covered “State of the World Address…Motherfucka!” They just dropped an album on Hand of Hope Records; check it out.
There were many hot girls at the show and many more sloppy drunk “go big” broads that were falling (literally) down the steps of the merch area and having their floppy funbags do just that; flop. I tried to hook Misha up with a really drunk slob, but she ended up being too crazy in the end.
Joe Garimbone, celebrity merchandiser, was in
The show was absolutely intense. Stagedives, stagedives, stagedives. One of the best Terror shows in
After the show, we went back to the motel. Misha brought a friend. She was drunk, but she wasn’t half bad looking. LADIES, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING? I give up.
The rest of us watched “Ego Trip’s: The White Rapper Show.”
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Terror Tour 2/11/2007
After an exhausting night of animal porn, I awoke to Misha exclaiming, "FUCK!" Yes, I share a bed with Misha on occasion. His nickname used to be "Freesha Ownbed" due to his penchant for never paying for anything and being a bed hog. I guess he was upset because he needed to deposit money in the bank but realized it was Sunday. We told him that you can just go up to the ATM and deposit money into it. Moments later, we noticed Misha putting money into a business sized envelope and asking us, "So all you have to do is write your name on it? How do they know it's yours? I don't want to do this I don't really trust machines."
I don't know what is scarier, thinking that you can just put a business size envelope with the name MISHA scrawled on it in crayon into an ATM and expect it to somehow magically find your account or believing that machines are going to take over the earth and they should not be trusted.
I know that Cyberdyne Laboratories are up to no good and that Skynet became self aware on August 29, 1997 and attempted to wage a nuclear war with mankind. Here is the good news though, Misha: we have John Conner on our side, and I expect by the year 2029 for him to have successfully won the war against our mechanical enemies.
We began our 12 hour drive to
Misha didn't stop at Carl's. He went to Taco Bell because you can buy stuff for 99 cents there. One time Misha charged 99 cents on a credit card. The previous night in the motel room, Buske told Misha that the ONLY good thing he has going for him is that he is a "cheap bastard".
Misha got a double decker taco. I didn't know they still made those things. I remember when they first came out though Hakeem Olaujawan and Shaquille O'Neal were featured in the commercials. They were supposed to play a 1 on 1 Pay-Per View televised pickup game at the Taj Mahal in
During the tumultuous van ride, BIG DOUG did a strong amount of farting. When someone farts, everyone makes the usual "ughhhhh" noises and puts their shirts over their noses, but the strange part comes when the people who haven't gotten the scent of the fart start taking long drawn out and gigantic breaths of air up their nose to confirm that said fart smells disgusting. I think we can just take the other 5-6 people who have already smelled the odor's word for it from here on out.
We stopped at a Red Robin in
Nick Jett drives very fast. I will not lie, sometimes it is scary. There was a rain coming down and we were going through mountains but he was still going 90. Adding to the danger of the conditions, we are pulling thousands of pounds of equipment, or L B's if you are Patrick Kitzel, for example: "a 1 / 4 L B Burger" which would be pronounced, "A one four ell bee burger." I love ESL's.
At a gas station stop, I told him that I was frightened for my life and he should just slow down. 20 minutes later he was going 90 again and asked if it was ok because it was no longer raining. This continued throughout the day, with Nick texting while driving down 6% downgrades. Buske made some phone calls to say his final goodbyes. BIG DOUG awoke from his slumber and buckled in, and I turned around to look at Scott. I don't know why I wanted Scott Vogel to be the last thing I saw before I died, I just thought it would be better to look at him than watch us fly off of a cliff.
Nick caught wind of our scared whispers in between his 7 hours of phone calls that he took throughout the day, and really took it the wrong way. He was very upset that we were criticizing his driving and told us he is the safest driver of the lot. He said that he is scared when anyone else drives. I understand being scared of anything that Misha does, but Scott and I drive 45 mph on an open road.
Do you know how sometimes when you drive for an extended amount of time throughout the night you become delusional? I think Nick was suffering from such a condition. We made nice with Nick, but it was still frightening. On a side note, Nick does 95% of the driving and we definitely do appreciate him and all he does for Terror, which is immeasurable.
On a gas station stop, Misha bought some Lance brownies for 25 cents. Earlier in the day he refused to buy them because they were 75 cents. He said they reminded him of the brownies he used to eat in high school. So he is recounting memories of 2 weeks ago, I guess. He is the craziest eater ever. He gets so excited and just starts smiling from ear to ear. When questioned on what the brownies tasted like, Misha said, "They taste like a fucking …like a fucking, um good ass brownie." The Wu said it best, "Can it be all so simple?"
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
We also took bets on how many people would be at the show. We recently played with Unearth and Bleeding Through in SLC and 400 people paid. That tour was doing anywhere between 700-1000 people at every other show. Misha's guess was 350. Yeah. We had previously placed bets on first week sales of Killswitch Engage and Hatebreed albums. Misha's guesses were always at least 50,000 – 200,000 off. Confused child.
We arrived at the venue at 5 o'clock. Our fearless tour manager, Fat Juggs Hernandez, was apparently misinformed because the first band was actually playing at 5. So much for me being able to spend a minimum of 2 hours organizing the trailer and restocking merch like I had originally planned.
The show ended up being great! It was easily the best show I have ever been to in
We ended up going to The Texas Roadhouse for a post show party with the whole tour (minus Stick To Your Guns who are still broken down in
Nick reacted quickly, but the whole van started to jackknife on the slippery surface. Straightening it out only pushed the van dangerously close to a telephone pole. Nick managed to somehow turn into a parking lot and avoid hitting ANYTHING! We couldn't believe it. We all had to sit there for a minute to catch our breath.
Upon arrival to the restaurant, I asked Erika, our hostess, if she was Mormon. Of course she was, so I asked her if she is married to a man with multiple wives and if she plans on receiving her own planet upon death. I guess I was misinformed because this broad looked at me like I had 4 heads, turned bright red, and ran and hid behind the hostess stand! Oh well, at least I still got it with the ladies!
The cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse is unreal! A few people bought Misha a steak because his birthday was coming up. I overheard Buske on the phone refer to himself as "Johnny the Pooper". It was creepy.
We checked into a motel and I downloaded the new 50 Cent diss by Cam'ron.
I also checked out the Kim Kardashian sex tape with Ray-J. Who is Ray-J besides Brandy's brother and guest host of BET's "The Center", you ask? Remember "Wait a Minute" from the summer of 2001 which featured Lil Kim? You don't? "I'm from the land of women, sunny days, chrome spinnin', It's on tonight!" Pharrell was in the video. Still nothing, huh? Well, it was definitely a hit for my brother and I, and received regular play in the basement of
In the video, Ray-J pisses on Kim, not the "Wait a Minute" video, the actual sex video. Black people love to pee on people! I don't think Martin does. Martin doesn't even eat pork products or lick girl's buttholes so I doubt he goes the yellow discipline route.
We got to the motel and all started nerding out for a little while...suddenly, David's Limewire folder showed up on everyone's I-Tunes. He must have been a guest at the hotel. He had no music in his folder, but he sure had a lot of creepy animal porn. Does seeing a dog going down on a girl really turn you on? It didn't turn us on. What? We had to at least check it out and see.
I was too tired to go into the hotel room once we arrived in
While driving, we noticed a very short midget dancing on the street corner with a cardboard sign. I have nothing against little people, but this was downright degrading. In addition to being vertically challenged, it looked like she had Progeria. Progeria is Scott and my favorite disease because it is so regularly featured on Maury. And you thought he only did "You are NOT the father!" shows. I love when Maury says that they are very special young people and tells them that not only are they getting a skateboard, they are getting skateboarding lessons from Tony Hawk!!!!!
Maris the Great (Maristhegreat.com) was at the show. Maris is a very tall mohawked man who dresses up as a homosexual zombie and walks around hardcore shows. He does a website where he "kills" bands with some impressive makeup work. He once asked if he could suck Scott's dick. I don't think Scott took to kindly to that. Myke from District 9 beat him up once. Myke was also banned from this show. How classic was Cesar from District 9 in the N.Y.H.C. documentary?
Maris licked my hand and I got fake blood all over me. It was definitely unsanitary. I don't mind the whole gay thing (most people think I am at least bi due to my incessant talk of dicks), I actually mind the zombie thing. If you walk around your whole life pretending to be a zombie, you are essentially a zombie. It is just weird to me and makes me question Maris's upbringing.
The show was AWESOME! The best Terror show in
After our dose of reality television (which also included that weird show, "Bad Girl's Club"), we tried to order pizza. Papa John's refused to deliver the pizza due to the area we were staying in allegedly being quite dangerous. Martin was incensced! He actually didn't even want to eat pizza, but he grabbed the phone from Nick and over the course of 5 minutes said such gems as, "Listen, you aren't going to punish us because of where we are staying. We are faced with a problem and you are going to give us a solution. Stop being a pussy! You are the worst manager I have ever come in contact with! I know what it is like, I once had a friend who got shot in his balls because he was delivering a pizza in the wrong neighborhood. What are you going to do? HUH?" Needless to say, we didn't get pizza that night.
After the show we had a 9 hour drive to
Today was another long and dumb drive to
Most online Vogelisms (DUMB) are fake, but I will give you a real one, "…Whether you have a big giant dick or a gaping pussy between your legs…"Martin posted a lengthier update on this day over at his online BLAAAHHHG... guttermagic.blogspot.com
Terror Tour 2/6/2007
We had a long drive to get to the show, but we were all excited to get there. Today was the day that the Terror New Era 59/50 fitted hats arrived. We ordered them about 6 months ago, so It was definitely like kids on Christmas morning when we ripped the box open. They looked great. Scott bought ten of them for himself. I don't know what one does with ten of the same hat. Wait, I don't know what I do with 20 different Cleveland Indians hats.
The show was great for all the bands. Unfortunately, Stick to Your Guns couldn't make it. They had some van repairs done and I think they got taken. All they wanted was a tune up and when their van came back, the max speed it could attain was 20 mph. Ouch. When they took it back the next day, the shop said it would be $7,500 to repair. Thank God Scott Vogel is their manager! I don't know when they will be back on the tour, but we wish them the best.
The venue is one of the few places in
The show in
Monday, February 12, 2007
We got up EARLY and drove 9 hours with a cardboard window into
We got to the club early and walked to a burrito place which had the nationally televised Cavaliers basketball game on. We started out the season so well, but we have been running in place lately. I am almost glad that I don't get to see the games when we are on tour; it is just too depressing knowing that all
The club was balmy and disgusting and the attendance was definitely affected by the weather and the biggest sporting contest of the year. There was a TV at the bar, so I was excited to be able to see bits and pieces of the game. The weather was a factor in that event too; turnover central. The first half was pretty exciting to watch, but like all Superbowls, It ended up lopsided. The win should definitely solidify Peyton Manning as an all time great quarterback. Deservingly so.
Misha went and stayed with Mike "Low Cool" Murphy, whose band played a surprise set earlier on in the night. We got a text in the middle of the night saying that Misha double teamed some girl and then ate all her food. Ladies, why would you fuck Misha? Nice guy, but he speaks as eloquently as a fucking caveman and he has the body type of an ostrich. Misha, like Forrest Gump before him, lives an extraordinary life.
It was internet café central in the room after we hit up an IHOP. At 3 a.m., Buske, Martin, and I ended up hopping a fence in the pouring rain and going in the hot tub. That was great until a card carrying member of the Trench Coat Mafia who allegedly was a hotel employee, told us it was after 10 pm and we needed to vacate the pool area.
We went back in the room and all started online blogs (or Blaaaaahhhhgs, if you live in the Terror van) and a few of us watched videos of our new favorite 80's hair metal/thrash band; NITRO. They are O.F.R. and H.W.D.W.S. for sure.
Friday, February 9, 2007
During the first song, Buske choke-slammed a security guard with his bass on. Later a separate melee broke out which featured Big Doug throwing his guitar into a crowd of security guards and band members fighting. The next few paragraphs are taken from my benchmate Maritin's account of the story from his guttermagic.blogspot.com account:
Around load out time all the bouncers were salty that they got served up in their own club and that we just finished the show off like it was nothing. They started making threats to other kids on the tour that had nothing to do with the situation. Needless to say nothing else happens because it's the same old story every time. People always talk big and crazy when they feel like they've been punked. I over heard my little friend I had the confrontation with from earlier talking about how he's going to "shoot the mother fucker that hit me when I see him.". I stopped and gave him a look and what does he do? Shakes my hand and tells me how great he thought the show was. Then he goes on to say "It's all about punk rock. Ride or die.". What the hell does that mean? I may never know.
A drunk girl punched the really little 18 year old skinny guitar player of All Shall Perish straight in the face twice. He was pretty shook up. She got kicked out and was going INSANE!
In the melee she lost her phone and in the parking lot she ended up trying to fight her girlfriend who was just trying to put her in the car. Her ride took off without her and she was left in the parking lot saying, “No niggas can touch me, they can suck my clit and fuck me ‘till the morning, but they can’t touch me!” She noticed us laughing at her, which led to “Fuck ya’ll niggas talking shit! Run up! Run up!” Then she started harassing the owner about him giving her 60 dollars for her phone which he had nothing to do with her losing. 2 minutes later the 60 dollars she was demanding turned into 100 dollars. She was unsuccessful with getting anything except laughed at.
Her ride came back to pick her up and she started spouting off with, “I am going to bring the double glock on him. That motherfucker punched me!” Her girlfriend in the back tried to convince her to get in the car and they started fighting again. In the middle of all this, the girlfriend in the back yells, “I GOTTA PISS!” in the greatest southern accent you have ever heard. When you have to piss, I guess that takes precedent over your completely methed out, no ass having, white trash psychopathic friend. The crazy girl started spouting off more nonsense about bringing the Folks up to the club and told everyone to run up a few more times before some huge dude physically threw her in the car, and in true southern fashion, peeled out of the lot!
After Terror played, a band called SHAT took the stage. It was 4 middleaged dudes, who had dildos taped all over their bodies. Yes, They played their hit, “Titfuck.” Their music was System of a Down meets Gwar, with a Genitorturers / Impotent Sea Snakes live show. It was very bargain bin, but at 2 am in
We finally got everyone out of the club and headed for a motel. People had way too much to drink, tempers flared, and the entire side van window ended up getting smashed out. I stayed up until 6 am taping the thing up in the freezing weather. Buske and Luis (Jugs on T9 word or Fat Jugs Hernandez in the Terror van) slept in the van to avoid theft.
I woke up, thinking it was around 11 am…It was actually 3 pm. I was definitely the first one up, too. I guess we really needed to sleep. By 5 we were on our way to…wait for it…wait for it…Buffalo Wild Wings! After we ate, we went to Best Buy. Some people were looking for the new Sean Price record, but they couldn’t find it. Nick and I bought 2 Toby Keith CD’s though. We got “White Trash with Money” and “Unleashed”. We have been listening to “Shockn’yall” in the van quite frequently and wanted to get some more Toby. Anytime we listen to it, Martin gets physically sick. “The Angry American” is probably one of the most thought out songs of our generation. It is right up there with our previous Toby Keith favorites, “The Taliban Song”, “I Love This Bar”, and “Weed With Willie".
Martin and Nick started recording some L.I.O.N. guitar tracks in the other room while Scott, Buske, and I downloaded episode 3 of “Ego Trip’s The White Rapper Show” on YouTube.com. We all huddled around the computer and watched Vanilla Ice superfan, “G-Child” get the boot. Brand Nubian was not impressed with the ghetto revival. After the conclusion of that, a re-run of episode 4 came on tv, so we were all excited to be caught up. We were more excited that “100 Proof” got voted off. La Coka guest appearance was nice, too. I hope that the weird token white geek from
Misha had 2 strippers that he met at the previous night’s show, come over to drink with everyone in the 2nd room. One was wearing a wig and fake Ugs with holes in the toes. I know a few people ended up pissing into her bra. I think Misha may have a celebrity sex tape out there after this night as well. What a little creepy weirdo he is. One time he had unprotected sex, and when we started to explain to him about STD’s he said, “I don’t think she had any, she was tight.” On a separate occasion, he got blown outside in the snow and Buske, Ang, and I made up a fake disease called REPITOSIS that you get when, well…getting blown outside in the snow. We told him that your dick develops scales. Needless to say, Misha believed us and we caught him doing a Google search on Repitosis that night.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Terror hadn’t been to
During the show we found out that the next day’s show in
HOME OF CLIPSE:
The owner of the club was a complete dick. He yelled at people for every little thing. Maybe if his fake ass children's entertainment complex wasn't so bunk he wouldn't have to do modern jud jud hair metal shows.
We made the best of the situation. A lot of video games were played. Nick and Misha played mini golf as well as
A bunch of the members from Down to Nothing and Bracewar came to the show and were doing what they are known to do: stagedive. They were jumping over the side stage speakers and almost landing in the Beauty and the Beast themed party room. A punk rock guy started whipping people with a pyramid belt. I think he got beat up. Some other kids got yelled at for climbing a rock wall.
5 mintues down the road there was a Buffalo Wild Wings and it was wing night! Every band on the tour and all the Down to Nothing / Bracewar kids came out. People were getting IG in there. We had chants of "Misha" and "Wings, Beer, Sports" going repeatedly. The waiter hated us.
George Blacklisted took us to Pat's and Geno's to get some late night cheese steaks. People get shook when they have to order from Pat's. Everyone always asks a local exactly what to say. We went to Pat's because they had a Johnny Polo WWF autographed picture on display and they aren't racist. George played us the new Blacklisted, they are on some next level stuff. Definitely check it out when it drops on Deathwish.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
We drove through
Saturday at the Palladium in
We went to a nearby nightclub afterwards, and some guido asked us where the pussy was at. People are so cool. A good majority of the band got really drunk. We stayed at some weird place in the woods that ran us down in the morning for walking out with a pillow. Of course, Misha was the one who took it.
We got to
The band took off with German Hardcore legend, Patrick Kitzel, who was cool enough to come from
I stayed back at the club to do some work. I got done doing my stuff pretty early and walked a few blocks down the road to a real cool shoe spot. I had gone there before on the Hatebreed / Killswitch Engage tour in December. I ended up getting the new Jordan V retro release. If I would have known what was going to happen later, I might not have dropped $140 on a pair of shoes that I already own in a multitude of other colorways.
The Warriors couldn’t make the show because they “couldn’t get up a hill.” Are you serious? That was the best they could come up with? Their absence did not stop the show from being AWESOME! This was easily the best show I have ever seen in
We got to
The club served gigantic pitchers of beer. Doug drank 2 of them. Fuck the Steelers.
“This is for you CLEVELAND! Aghhhhhh…….” During the 4 hour drive, It started to snow. Of course it did, we were in
It looked like there was way more kids in the club then they claimed and of course they had 3,076 opening bands on 3 different stages. You have to love
Being that I am the ultimate Ringworm fan, I picked the Furnace’s brain for a while about what we can expect from their new material. He compared it to early Kreator. Frank 3 Gun has been involved in the writing process, so I think we can all expect another classic! Ringworm can do no wrong.
Everyone got really drunk (except Nick and I, we just got fat) and then we went and crashed at a Days Inn. I was 10 minutes from my house and I never made it home.
We stayed in
"Where you guys headed?"
"A show", Misha said staring at the ground in a mumbled tone.
"What kind of show?"
"A hardcore show", Misha said and annunciated it as if he had marbles in his mouth.
"A HARDCORE SHOW!" Misha yelled.
Back to present day: They did a brief trailer search and asked Nick what kind of music they played. He said it was like Pantera, and the officer said, "FUCK YEAH!". We were released, but I still don't know what we were pulled over for.
We finally got to
After the show, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings! The manager took a liking to us and gave us a lot of inside information about owning a franchise. We are only 2 million dollars away from having our very own
Do you see what I am dealing with? Do you understand why I am irritable when you call me?
After 1 hour of sleep, we got in the van and headed towards
The trailer took a few hours to fix. We learned about regular trailer maintenance in order to avoid sketchy situations like that in the future. By the time it was ready to go, Nick had to drive crazier than normal just to make it to
ONCE AGAIN, during Terror, Security starts throwing kids out for stagediving! If that is your club policy, then everyone will abide by that…BUT you have to inform people of such things. Clubs have no problem booking a hardcore show, no problem taking your money, but they really know nothing about it other than the word "hardcore" can bring 300 people to middle of nowhere
The band was allowed to finish their set as long as kids quit jumping off the stage. Everything ended up being chill, and some of the security guards even bought Terror cds. After the show, the band hung out backstage with our new and very young friends in Stick To Your Guns and exchanged stories about beating up French Canadians in McDonalds bathrooms.
We crammed 8 dudes into a motel room so we could get a few hours of sleep before we had to start driving again at 6:30 am. We all watched 2 episodes of "Intervention". What a crazy show? Have you seen the one where the lady drinks 15 mini bottles of Smirnoff a day? She was wild style. After that, Scott, Martin, and I thought it would be a really good idea to just stay up all night and listen to the old Chubby Fresh phone calls to Snapcase and Earth Crisis. Listen carefully, and you will hear Scott Sprigg bring Scott Vogel into the conversation for no reason. We all got a good laugh out of it, even though we could have gotten beaten up "very badly".
Misha's quote of the day – "Fuck Dr. Seuss!"
People beefing for the 3rd day in a row playlist:Fergie – The Dutchess (If "Clumsy" isn't the 3rd single, I quit life).
There was a severe ice storm in
The first 4 bands played and the kids were definitely into it. Terror started playing and once again kids were being thrown out for stagediving. Security was going on stage and pushing people off (which is normally the real reason kids get hurt). The soundguy gets onstage (which kind of defeats the purpose of having a soundguy) and starts doing the same thing. Eventually they get thrown off the stage by somebody and threaten to call the police and shut the show down if people didn't stop "bumrushing" the stage. I don't think that stagediving is a necessity to have a good hardcore show, but I do feel that hardcore can police its' own. For awhile it definitely looked like someone in the band would be arrested, but everything turned out ok. The club apologized and the kids were really excited about the energy of the show.
Afterwards, we went to Terror's favorite place…BUFFALO WILD WINGS! We held a show afterparty there and about 40 kids came out to enjoy fried and flavored chicken. How good is Asian Zing?
Misha didn't do anything too dumb on this day.
Terror Tour 1/19/07
I woke up as an icicle in the van, and then made my way to the motel room. I stepped over 6 bodies that were sprawled across the floor and fell back asleep for a few hours. Eventually we made our way over to the club. Buske had flown in from
The Warriors, All Shall Perish, War of Ages, and Stick to Your Guns all arrived. We have toured with The Warriors before so it was definitely cool to see them again. We didn't know any of the other bands, so we talked with them until doors opened.
The show was great until Terror played and they tried to enforce a no stage diving policy (that will become a trend). Eventually that got taken care of and the remainder of the show went off without a hitch.
After the freezing cold and drunken load out (myself excluded), we drove back to the motel to take showers before we drove 12 hours to
I asked everyone what they would do if they saw me murdered. I just wondered if they would stick to the G code, or testify to bring my killer to justice. Most people just said they would have the assailant killed. I don't really know what I would want if that actually happened. Misha said he would torture the person and cut their "Hakilles" Tendon. Yes, "Hakilles" Tendon. That was his quote of the day.
We ate very old rotisserie hot dogs at 7/11 and started driving. Nick made it about an hour before he started exclusively driving on the other side of the road. I then took over. A few hours into the drive, I looked over and Misha was profusely bleeding out of his nose. He was just sitting there and doing nothing about it. It thoroughly creeped me out! Then he takes his pillow and just starts gushing blood all over it! What an absolute fucking weirdo, and I do mean that in the best way possible.
12 hour icy drive playlist:
Jay-Z – Kingdom Come
Jay-Z – The Blueprint
All Out War – For those who were Crucified
Underdog – The Vanishing Point
Jedi Mind Tricks – Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell
Various songs from: Oasis, Justin Timberlake, Integrity, Kiss, Alice in Chains, The Clash, Metallica, Ludacris, Scarface, Bun-B, Beastie Boys, Joy Division, Etc.
On the drive, we made fun of Misha (Nick's weird 19 year old Russian drum tech) for asking if