Dear Morbidly Obese Man at the Bob Dylan Concert,
You are prompting a new question as you stand there jabbering away, screaming over the top of the song to your sub-moronic hipster friends:
How many beers can one cretin drink before you can call him an orangutan? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
"Dude! I love this effin' song! It's that effin song with that effin GREAT effin line, dude!"
Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes, morbidly obese man at the Bob Dylan concert. Indeed this is that song. The one with the great line. The line so famous it made Dylan a legend. It made him famous enough that even you and your drooling idiot compadres know who he is and come and spoil the show for the rest of us. It is THAT song.
Fight breaks out behind me. One man punches another in the face and they are both escorted out.
Yes, the timeless songs of Bob Dylan, recreated again before a drunken audience of belligerent slobs who aren't sure if this is a Dylan show or simply a place to get shitfaced and scream at one another.
But not all was lost. A lot of souls enjoyed things without getting out of hand. Most of us, in fact, enjoyed ourselves without ruining things. Behaved ourselves and listened instead of shouting.
"Dude! This weed is effin' killer dude!" Lights roach, inhales deeply, coughs through all 15 minutes of A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.
Well, it was general admission, after all, so what did I expect, Morbidly Obese Man at the Bob Dylan Show? I hope you had a good time, but since you aren't listening to any of the songs I can't help but wonder if you might have saved yourself the $75 admission fee and just stayed in Williamsburg with your pals and smoked up in your apartment while listening to albums for free. Or watching some reruns of Jerry Springer.
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2 comments:
oooohhhhh. This didn't come up in your other post. People can be such cretins, can't they. 75 bucks and you think people would want to remember the show and not get high and be jerks. was he one of the people escorted out of the building?
Reminds me of the drunk girl at the Met game who practically kicked me the whole game and when I turned around during the fireworks and kindly asked her to stop, she told me I was rude. She's lucky jack and kate and Kathy's kids were sitting there, or I would have said some insavory things to her.
Oh, the Mets lost that game to the pirates of all temas!, 14 -2 but the fireworks were GREAT! I miss shea stadium.
He didn't get kicked out, was just obnoxious the whole time. Maybe I am getting too old for these kinds of shows, I have a lot less tolerance for it than I used to.
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