Well, I got kicked out of a bar called 'hooligans' last night for hooligan-ry.
Some metalcore/slamcore/wiggerslam/whatever show. I was getting very pissed at everything haha, but enjoying myself. It got to the point that I said fuck it, I shall find some sort of riff to headbang to. So I make my way to the front row, and mash myself into position (of course). APPARENTLY this is not proper wimpcore procedure, mayhaps I should have fought a few ninjas on my journy to the front? Who knows. Either way, some lame-o-tron says some crap I didn't understand (I do not speak breakdown) so of course I laugh in his face. He delivers a (weakly attempted) face-punch, so I deliver a quality Metalhead facepunch. My friend comes out of nowhere, flying through the air like a spider-monkey, giving facepunches to all posers around him. Than we got yoked up by the bouncers. They didn't seem all that perturbed by the event, as they went back in and retrieved my bullet belt. Haha.
This was all after the manager of one band bought us drinks for completely ripping on his shitty band, because he 'FUCKING LOVES HONESTY MAN!'.