So last night I went to a show at Ground Zero in Spartanburg. I went by myself because no one wanted to go with me. I went up there wanting to see the Hall Monitors, but when I got up there, I found out they weren't playing. And then I saw them...those guys that torment me. You know those guys. But I didn't want to look like a wussy and I wanted to see the show. The guys came up to me and said lots of mean shit, and did stuff like dump an ashtray full of ashes in my lap, and tearing up my zine that I had planned to distribute there.

Thank god, cause these girls saved my life by coming up and talking to me. That was super rad cause I didn't feel lonely anymores.

So Johnny 5, a band, was setting up, and I was watching them, when a bunch of people left the building and went into the parking lot. I didn't go out there at first cause I didn't want to be around those guys. Then a guy ran into the joint and says, "Hey there's a honda out there on fire" and Robbie, the bass player for Switcheroo, runs off the stage and out the door. Obviously it was his car.

Meanwhile, I was scared shitless for my car, which my mom had just bought me for a graduation present. I went out to the side parking lot, hoping the guys wouldn't come out and do something to my car, like they had in the past.

Anyways, what happened was that Andy, a big ass nasty guy who is always calling me fat and ugly, had been huffing gas and smoking a cigarette- and you know what can happen! So two cars were set on fire, including Robbie's and when I went out there his car was majorly fucked up.

Andy got arrested that night and it felt so good to see those handcuffs go on him. Yet, a few weeks later I found that he was out of jail already and at the beach.

Robbie and his band still played. They are a nice band and don't do fucked up shit or bully other people around. They just want to have fun and play good old punk rock. So maybe, maybe my case should change to 98% of punk rock boys are mean.