what’s my name, bitch?

   I was playing in wreckless fate at the time. It was a small turn out show, not many people in the building but then again we were not that good. One person I remember being there is part of a local family. Him and his family were known to be dangerous. There are three or four of them I have met, this is just about one of them though. His face looked like a drunken potato at best, and fifty seventh in most handsome white trash competition at medium, not even sure what at best. The reason I know he was there is because he was drunk as shit to the extent he would shout “(first name) mother fuck’n (last name), all the mother fucking time.” I know that is not the most compelling to read, but I warned you I am no fucking snitch. This is not meant to be an inside story, but I guess it is one. I think we can all understand though, it was like a drunken uncle you barely knew showing up somewhere he was not invited to drunk not to use racial slurs when he showed up. He yelled this only when we were playing. We couldn’t keep it together. I know I tried my ass off but had to take a break to laugh. I think our singer even gave him a mic for a full song. It may have not been a show but an open mic music night, it has been too long to remember which, and as you can tell one drunk was the highlight of the night.