6/23/08
On break today, I'm thumbing through Sac's Alive and Kicking music rag; it's a way to keep up on all the local bands without so much as coughing up a penny. I'm reading about how this dork went to his first rock concert in 1985 and had to leave early so his mommy wouldn't worry about him. In the process, he missed Ratt and Scorpion play. Talk about fuckin' gay. Anyway, David Jones comes sidling up to me at the paper rack in the snack shack. "What are you doing, Mark? You can't just look at that you have to pay for--"
"It's FREE, faggot!!!!!!!!!!!" I duly inform him of his erroneous assumption. OK, maybe in a pitch higher than I intended to and a couple of heads may have turned.
But fuck, it was hella funny. One bright spot in a boring ass day at the motherfucking salt mines. Sarcasticness and nastiness uber alles, baby!!!!!
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