Sorry it took me a couple days to get this up, this Mayhem fest is no joke. We're talking load in at 8:00am type shit. Which is he most asinine crap in the world. Isn't the whole reason we flushed our lives down the crapper was to not have a real job? I usually don't get to bed 'til five am, and now you want me able to deal with other people at eight? I'm not sure what's stupider the fact that it exists or me for doing it.
Anywho, I got some good news and some bad news:
The bad news: John already lost his camera with the crowd shots on it (and a bunch of photos that I took) and the only photo I have on my camera is of some guys masking taped together shoe.
The good news is that there will be tons of people like this for me to look at all summer:
I guess it's not as funny unless you know that the thing he is swinging is a one of the two canes his wife needed to walk. Oh, and that seconds before this his buddy tackled him, bending the cane. And that they were both well over fifty-years-old. And that they both had obviously brand new eyebrow piercings. That were big spikes. Over both eyes.
This summer is going to fucking rule.
Tour To Live!