DEAD iNN

Last night I went and saw Mike from Dead iNN, a guy at my work, play a show with his band. He’s the bassist. I’ve heard their music before and liked it so I wanted to see performance.

Yeah remember that druggie I was talking about at Taco Bell the other day? Well I got across the road to the del taco/circle K to get some cash and a bag of chips for my sam-mitch I’m headed to get. On my way out that guy says do you speak Spanish, in Spanish to me. I looked back and it was the same damn dude! What a jerk. I mean come on my car kinda stands out and he had no idea that he had talked to me a few days before. I said you already told me that story then go it and drove away. After a few minutes I realized I wanted to say, You don’t remember asking me money with your bullshit story about your kids needing to eat and all that shit??!! But then I realized he would have no idea what I was saying. I should of yelled at him anyways so other wouldn’t give him money. It kinda pissed me off to see him trying to pull that shit again. Well it would of made me feel better if I would of yelled at the damn Mexican bastard!

Anyways I had Schlotzsky’s that night and it was good damn it. ;)