So when I asked him about new yourk he got defensive. And when I asked about new jeursey her left. Maybe it was because I spelled new jeursey wrong or because there was gin on his breath. He couldn't make me cry and that could have done it too. I talked to the fish in their bowl and they didnt mind the glass prison. I said that I hated having to keep them there but if I didn't the whater would rush out and they would die. I'd put them in the ocean but they're fresh whater fish. Something told me that I couldn't climb the fence with out him and he wasn't there. So I ended up staying on my side. Oddly the grass here is pretty green and I want to be on the otherside. Even if his grass is brown and prickely. Could you read me the book by the greats? COuld you sing me a song about nothing? Or am I dommed to sit here alone? Not that I care, I like the scilence. Maybe if everthing was lost there be no fight to find it first. I hate stupid people I really do but does that mean I have to hate every one? Maybe they're not stupid maybe I just don't understand their logic and pass it off as stupididty. At any event I'm still banned from the mall. Its never gonna be a cirlde pit. Its always gonna be a kung foo pit. No circle pit at a cirlce jerks show. Its all about the kung foo. Oddly there was no kung foo pit at the GBH show though. Or maybe I didn't notice them. I seem to like thye LA punk shows better. I was in the pit more at Circle Jerks but GBH's croud just kicked more ass. Anyway. At Cirlce Jerks they really sucked at picking you up when you fell. It was less painfull at GBH because you bearly hit the ground and they had you back up. But at CJ You'd hit the ground then people would fall on top of you and then ontop of them . Then one of the stupid bitches would yell at you to get up when you had 6 people ontop of you. We left with smashed pack but still smoked em.