There are many things I do not understand life, too many for my taste, among which is that attitude of "cool rocker."
For example, yesterday I was in a recital of these bands playing shit thousand, and a decent band who pay the entry, and while I smoked a gang of crap (from now on: "The Infumables" ) and I'm bored as few times, so I looked like most of the characters circling behaved like a diva Susana Gimenez or style.
What I wonder, is it really necessary? No. Nobody cares how cool 're, frankly. Nobody. Not your old mind.
On the one hand, there are the chaboncitos giles with the pose of I-more-rock-to-the-same-Hendrix-as-you-burn-your-guitar and pose minitas dumb with Soy-the-girl-but-tough-on-the-city-but-give-for-a-vip-pass, then we find situations as
He, with his VIP pass / Organizer (or some similar bullshit) and she, who first ran into his arms minita boluda which, was hinting at for at least 10 minutes (something like three or four songs from The Infumables) he was leaving and that I hated (?). Every minute that passed, the type was larger, and she pants closer to the floor.
All for what? To finally get the VIP pass.
Then I ask, really, to lack? No.
At least from my point of view: no. Among other things, because .. What is this crap of "VIP Pass" tosee a band 10 meters closer than the rest of us? Originally a VIP pass did not pay, I was earning a base of pushing and endure hours glued to the fence to come in someone who fits, at least 1 m plus one (ok, not so hard to be taller than me, but anyway) and rolled her either way, to eat punches from all sides, that someone will fall on the head suddenly and other situations a little more "rock" the dressing with more strings than the rest or which make-up blind with Parkinson's disease.
Ah, about the bands? Meh. Completely overpriced .
Most people were all excited and swore it was the best recital of his life. To me it made me quite mask CHTM
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