July 23 2009 "vagina"

Enter regina. An A&W parking lot. Approx. 8 AM. I decided to see a doctor about the colorful fluids coming out of the wounds I had accumulated skateboarding. We located a medical center for a drop in. Thankfully I had brought my health care card for such an occasion. I waited in the clinic for about an hour before being led to a smaller room. The doctor entered blank faced and unorganized. Dropping an armful of folders at my feet while asking "Whats the problem then?" In a callous tone. Explaining what had happened to my skin, the doctor laughed at me and told me he was going to give me a tetanus shot. In conjunction with the shot I was to be put back on antibiotics. All of this without even looking at one pus covered wound. What an amazing doctor! Post shot and prescription in hand, I waddled back to FDR and we drove to the venue. Bad vibrations consumed me. Trying to overcome these feelings of dread, we took advantage of the air conditioning in the mall. We ate and went to some record shops where I proceeded to spend too much money. Again with the bad vibrations. I could not shake these feelings of anxiety. Perhaps there was something in that tetanus shot. Milling around in the parking lot of the venue and trying to fit in an awkward fever-sleep wasn't working out either. The promoter showed up so we loaded up and set up out gear. I would like to use this opportunity to say that Regina's scene is totally fucking weird. Secondly, I would like to say that I got screwed out of switching my mislabeled invasion shirt . Who the hell buys youth large size shirts anyways? Better yet, who sells youth large by deceiving the buyer and telling them they are adult large. The dudes in invasion, thats who. It was at this moment in time where I decided to forget about my $10 forever. Mike and I had a steam breathe / journal writing sesh before we played. Bonding time. During our set Drew got popped in the mouth somehow and he did a great job making me feel like a shitbag for it. It was an accident and apparently accidents are unacceptable. GSTS were drinking so that meant lets wreck everything. By the end of the set Drew was hanging upside down from the basketball net Fugazi style and got stuck. Perfect way to end it. Failed States played. They wrecked the mic stand. Show was OVER. Bad vibrations. still there eating away at my brain. Packed up the van and went on a pizza exploration. Total success. After my first bite I realized that I had left my shitty mp3 player on the couch at the venue. Or maybe I just couldn't find it. Anxiety. Eating pizza with locals we secured a place to crash. This feeling of impending doom that I could not shake was beginning to show, so I slept in the van because I couldn't be around humans anymore.

I laid in the van and fell asleep listening to my own thoughts heckle and annoy me while everyone else socialized into the night.