From the mailbag (Sic throughout):
Now, I've been going to shows of all sorts for many years and have never been so rudely interrupted from my drunk/stoned enjoyment of some killer tunes like I was at Femi Kuti at Neumos. The band is in full swing, crazy African cats killing it onstage and I feel a fucking tap on my shoulder and you whispered in my ear if I could "please move over a few inches"? Who the fuck are you? I’ve been in this spot all fucking night except for trips to lower the level of PBR in my bladder! It’s not like I'm fucking seven feet tall bro, and frankly if your fucking girlfriend can’t see, she needs to fucking scooch her ass over six inches if she wants a better look. I've been behind tall dudes before, my wife has been behind tall dudes before, my best friend has been behind tall dudes before - and you know what? WE MOVE THE FUCK OVER! This is directed to all three of you who asked me to move over that night. When did this start happening at shows? Learn some fucking etiquette.
- Anonymous
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