Adrian, you faggot, get in here (plus something about Jerry going to Cali)

[Climb Thar Hill]

Dear, Nadonis

Are you comin' out to any shows soon, if so, then which? Do tell, you beast!


Love,
Mike

 

[dorian gray]

 

[NAD]

This is like the catchall thread for me apparently.

Next show is Enslaved on 11/24. Anything else coming up my eardrums should be in preparation for that I should be aware of?

 

[Climb Thar Hill]

Dear, Adriad

I forgot about Enslaved But big news! Slough Feg this Sunday, will you be attending? If so, do tell, you beast!

Lovingly,
Mike

 

[NAD]

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I missed Slough Feg? god dammit.

Enslaved were KILLER by the way. I had 3 Enslaved albums before seeing that show, I now have 6.

 

[Reign in Acai]

Nad, you can't leave us again mate. Ye need to be a regular around these parts once more!

 

[NAD]

I never really leave, I just take sabbaticals.

Cool. The woman and I are now living in our THIRD place together, too much fucking moving this year. We finally have enough space to spread out quite a bit though, which is nice. I get a whole room to turn into a recording studio / masturbation hub, lava lamps and Beatles tapestries here we come.

Haven't moved since. Studio / masturbation hub / lava lamp / Beatles tapestry all fully intact!

 

[NAD]

Ken you missed a REALLY good Katatonia gig but that tale was told elsewhere.

Jerry and Mike, was that the night you guys almost got arrested by the parking lot attendant?

 

[Reign in Acai]

Well the parking lot attendant merely called the Sheriff's on us. She wouldn't dare attempt to detain the viking horde that was pillaging every trash bin within her lot. I was extremely drunk at the time, taking a few minutes in my jalopy to collect my wits about me, about ten minutes in, Sheriff's swoop down on us. I attempted to make an escape, but couldn't leave my boy and his gal behind.


Original Tale Here

O.K I'm sober but feel like Oranthal J. Simpson at a celebrity golf tournament. Good God, did someone kick me in the lumbar last night?!?! It's throbbing like Hell Awaits Us All's Armenian biceps after a set of preacher curls. As for my head, it is pounding like Mrs. Bender after a Calloway Auto parts Convention on brake pads. Good Christ make the pain go away!!!

To sum up the incoherent mess that I posted above...

We left the venue after Katatonia's performance and traversed half a mile up the hill to the parking structure where earlier that night we were drinking in the name of everything that is unholy. Upon arrival to the multi level sub-ground structure we enter my ghetto fabulous jalopy, three sheets to the wind and four to the kindle. At that precise moment in time we heard a rustling in the bushes. "Hark, who goes thar?” we shouted in to the night. This fat bitch tipping the scales around 300 pounds approaches my vehicle with indignation, "Would you mind picking up that trash can you kicked over?" Apparently I pushed, kicked, or prodded a trash receptacle on to its side somewhere along our voyage. In all honesty, I do not have any recollection towards this specific transgression, as our reign of terror was half a mile in length and 10 yards across.

We didn’t know who this bitch was,. we figured she was just a nosy citizen who contributed monthly donations to Green Peace. Well to cut to the chase, Mike picks up the trash and I begin driving off in to the Moon set. That is until we reached the attendant's booth and see this same corpulent cunt glaring us in the face. We pay the God damn parking fee, and the Bitch will still not let us out of the structure. I know for certain that there are laws against this (though I'm in no condition to look up the specifics at the moment). This living breathing bag of Fritos has the audacity to say that L.A Sheriff’s Department is on their way to take care of the situation. We pleaded for several seconds, stating that we complied with everything that she had asked from us. But the bucket wielding seal sternly stood her ground and refused to let us pass. It was at this moment where I called the bitch a cunt. Repeatedly

“What should we do, what should we do?!?!” I do not need a DUI, we do not need citations for public intoxication, and we sure do not need to be fighting negars for cot space in L.A County jail. So we decided to reverse the vehicle and drive down 2 levels to collect our thoughts. I attempted to persuade Mike and Luann to leave the scene of the crime, as no arrests could be made if we walked the streets for a bit to get our wits about ourselves. The objective all along from what I recall, was to sit in the vehicle until I was sober enough to drive. That plan went S.N.A.F.U the moment said whore encroached upon our freedoms of public detoxification.

I ran up to the alley the moment that L.A.S.D arrived on scene, but noticed Luann and Mike were stuck in their cross hairs. I attempted to return, but the God damn door to the lot was sealed shut. So I banged furiously on the entrance, as any respecting metal head would not leave friends during such a debacle. This cunt Sheriffs deputy eventually lets me in and they throw Mike and me in the back of two perpendicularly parked squad vehicles. I’m thinking, “O.K great, we just finished conducting multiple Arghoslent chants in between Katatonia songs and now we’re going to be thrown to the nigrescent wolves to do battle in honor of our ancestors.” I pleaded with the cunt deputy, and posed the question of whether or not it is a crime to imbibe furiously and then return to your vehicle to recover? To this she had no firm reply.

To make a long story short, the Sheriffs gave the keys to Mrs. Hill who was blitzed like an N.F.L quarterback with an incompetent offensive line and we then drove off in to the night. But not before Mike smiled and waved in mockery at the attendant who stood there with bread crumbs spouting from a blow hole which marked the oxygen pathway that enables buoyancy in times of torrential sweat.

 

[neal]

"we just finished conducting multiple Arghoslent chants in between Katatonia songs and now we’re going to be thrown to the nigrescent wolves to do battle in honor of our ancestors"

"with bread crumbs spouting from a blow hole which marked the oxygen pathway that enables buoyancy in times of torrential sweat"


great story

 

[refraction]

Breathing fritos bag is the funniest thing ive read in ages. In fact, the whole damn story is hilarious

 

[NAD]

The Arghoslent chants were pretty legendary. One of the Katatonia dudes kept looking at Jerry and Mike with an "...huh?" face.

 

[Climb Thar Hill]

The Arghoslent chants were pretty legendary. One of the Katatonia dudes kept looking at Jerry and Mike with an "...huh?" face.