Over-due update: Copeland and more!
Tonight rocked my socks off. A friend and I went and saw Copeland play at the State Theatre up in St. Pete - and shit was it worth it. It's just indie goodness at its bestest. Not only did they play the best of their new songs, but they also played a lot of old favorites, too.
In other random news, my friend Nicole and I went into the scariest Blockbuster video store today. The store itself wasn't scary so much as the people both shopping and working there. Two cashiers were working, both the epitomy of white trash. One was more overweight than the other with two-inch long crimson press-ons complete with japanese landscapes and rhinestones. The other had a half-busted weave and a string of unrelated tattoos all in that flattering shade of "prison" green.
They, in and of themselves, didn't scare me. I think it was the trashly trio that sauntered in just minutes after us that did the whole thing in. I recall looking over my shoulder to find a haggard-looking redneck with a face chock full of scars and half of his ear missing. He said something clever like "Where's the porn?" before laughing to (or at) himself, somewhere just after I rolled my eyes...
Past him were two women. One was just run-of-the-trailer white trash; too skinny and all methed up. The other woman might've been her mother or just a good crack buddy. I didn't really care either way. It was just the fact that this other older woman kinda resembled Meatloaf's character, Bob, from the film Fight Club. Well, more like Bob who got into a fight with an equally fat raver and swapped clothing.
It was that bad. Not only was she the 250 lb. grandmotherly type, but she was wearing some very baggy khaki raver pants. Studded and all. She seriously had the bitch tits to make it all work, too. And she was bra-less. Just typing that out gave me chills and tested my gag reflex. If Nicole weren't there, I might've pawned it all off as too crazy to be real.
Oh well. Live and learn: Avoid white trash at all costs.
In other random news, my friend Nicole and I went into the scariest Blockbuster video store today. The store itself wasn't scary so much as the people both shopping and working there. Two cashiers were working, both the epitomy of white trash. One was more overweight than the other with two-inch long crimson press-ons complete with japanese landscapes and rhinestones. The other had a half-busted weave and a string of unrelated tattoos all in that flattering shade of "prison" green.
They, in and of themselves, didn't scare me. I think it was the trashly trio that sauntered in just minutes after us that did the whole thing in. I recall looking over my shoulder to find a haggard-looking redneck with a face chock full of scars and half of his ear missing. He said something clever like "Where's the porn?" before laughing to (or at) himself, somewhere just after I rolled my eyes...
Past him were two women. One was just run-of-the-trailer white trash; too skinny and all methed up. The other woman might've been her mother or just a good crack buddy. I didn't really care either way. It was just the fact that this other older woman kinda resembled Meatloaf's character, Bob, from the film Fight Club. Well, more like Bob who got into a fight with an equally fat raver and swapped clothing.
It was that bad. Not only was she the 250 lb. grandmotherly type, but she was wearing some very baggy khaki raver pants. Studded and all. She seriously had the bitch tits to make it all work, too. And she was bra-less. Just typing that out gave me chills and tested my gag reflex. If Nicole weren't there, I might've pawned it all off as too crazy to be real.
Oh well. Live and learn: Avoid white trash at all costs.
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