| : 8 . 17 : ok ... lets review ... here i am ... enjoying the rest of my day after spreading our sweet disease of poetic warfare & musical alchemy ... watching rob zombie ... from the front of the stage ... shaking hands with some of the fans behind me ... then the next thing i know ... some genetically generic, WWF reject starts trying to push me around ... grabbing my arm ... telling me i can't stand there ... so forth and so on ... my reply was that i was in a band ... showed my pass and that its cool ... i'm not in anyone's way ... well, he didn't care to listen to reason so he put his hands on me again ... this time ... i moved his hand off of my arm a little more aggressively ... and told him not to touch me ... again ... he then proceeded to tackle me with another security guard ... 2 more people joined in the struggle as i guess the 2 mental weaklings were having a little difficulty corralling this tiny giant of pure aggression ... after a pretty quick beating, a fractured nose, a huge fluid filled impact bruise on my forehead, back scratches, a bloody scraped right shin, and having my hair pulled and used to carry me to the squad car i realized that the 2 others who had joined in were deputy sheriffs ... they of course never notified me who they were ... all i knew was that there were 4 men on top of me as i was face down in the gravel ... being beaten and having my clothes and pulled and pushed and different areas of my body violated ... all becuz some fucking idiot got his feelings hurt when his testosterone ego damaged when i, a womyn, was able to remove his kung-fu ninja grip from my poetic arms of anarchy ... such a shitty end to a rather wonderful day of creative destruction ... but the bottom line is this ... they are still stuck in their little worlds pretending to be tough ... and i am back on tour ... writing ... performing ... winning the war. enuff said. |