Jimmy pulls out an orange, peels it, take a huge bite, and walks right on by. The girl asked for his ticket, he mumbled between the segments of orange, she asked what it was supposed to mean, and he said something about his mouth being full, his hands being sticky, the ticket beeing in his pocket, and himself being in a hurry. Needless to say, he was in no problem.

Ricky and Flo head in, and I circle around back to form a line of three, so Ricky was first, then Flo, then me. I pull out my cell phone (basically a prop anyway, since I stopped paying the assholes at the phone company) and start sounding important--which my mom says I am, so I knew I was. Ricky turns to stare the girl down and tells her 'we're with the band'. I would have expected a momentary skim of our appearance, but she just waved us through, and didn't even look when I pointed at my tag. I guess a simple lie is all it takes sometimes. No harm given or recieved.

On we walked, surprised at the swift entrance. We headed towards the closed bridge, and split up into twos to make an easier entrance, and a better chance at finding seats. Jimmy and I head out along the bank of the river the bridge is crossing. We grab the fence, swing around it and over the water, land on the in side, and run up and over the bridge. We cross, jump into the bush, and push our way through the green to the back fence.

In city!

We are in. We start up a friendly conversation with the closest people, ask for their ticket stubs, and they hand them over. It's time to find some seats, and I ain't about to sit on the lawn, so cellphone in hand, we head down, down, down. We grab seats that are so fine, then see some that are even better and grab them. Nuggetine time, then we start to grove. The band starts to rock and we start to laugh. We were in.

The show was great. The band was great, and everything was taken care of. We left after the show, through crowds of Bill's and Bob's and their pack-a-day habit wives, and returned to the car. Then home and to Bed with a night of free fun under our belts. Success city!

PEACE - Tristan