Whoa.

From an old weblog, yeah, people weren't even calling them blogs back then. This actually happened.

On the train with one of my friends and one of his friends I met Joe. Joe who listens to rock music, shared his wisdom with us, and was probably a bit drunk. He wears old jeans, distressed by nights of drinking and riding motorcycles, a ratty Chicago Bulls t-shirt and a conductors cap. Ponytailed orange hair slithers from the cap, and he's got a beard. The tattoos you see are elaborate grayscale skulls with malicious grins.Around his neck he wears a cadillac hood ornament. Because "I can't ride anywhere in a cadillac, so I take the cadillac wherever I go." He didn't get to see Slayer because he was holding a friends crack pipe so they wouldn't get caught with it. Joe swore that he didnt do that stuff. He tells us that "UK 28" is the strongest beer available stateside. Once he loaded stuff up for Motorhead in the dessert. The first concert he ever went to was Jethro Tull. He skipped his DUI court date because "There was no point to going." He offered to pay for gas in order to go to places like the Tweeter center. Once he was carrying a lot of beer on his motorcycle, fine beer so he had to be careful as not to drop any bottles. The cops pulled him over because they thought he was drunk. In florida his old lady threw a pistol into the backseat of their car as the cop walked up to the car. The gun went unnoticed. Joe pulled up one of the legs of his jeans to show us the mid shin scar from when he tried to cut his leg off. "Why did you try to cut your leg off?" "Cause I was tired of it." Not even his missing teeth make him look old. He has a fifteen year old son that he'd like to take to heavy metal concerts.