Going to Tool inside some observation Hall in KC. It was more like downtown St. Joseph though. I had this strange feeling of being lost and a strange sense of pressure. J.M. and D.H. are supposed to show up later, but I am really early. It is on 13th street but the confusion and pressure keep me from getting there. There ends up being 13th street somewhere else, a road above the other roads. Eventually we make it to a alley road between 2 banks, one being nvb and the hall is beside them. None of us had tickets though. I end up buying them out of the atm but it never gives me the ticket because D.H. planned on going and Tool doesn't want him to see them play live because Maynard told me he is a liar and tourist who doesn't deserve it.
I wake up terrified.
(note from reality: this was right around the time D.H. was a huge dickhead to me and chewed me out on the phone because I wouldn't go over to his house and smoke him up, even though I offered for him to come over to D.D.'s house to hang out with us and an old high school friend of ours).
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