I was in New Jersey along time ago and hooked up with some random street punk chick that was taking photos around town. I popped a clean as fuck fakie frontside flip caught it like a Muska flip. I asked to see the picture as she was following me, looked clean and was psyched on the way she knelt down I could see her panties.
Well as we are at a bar I told her kinda my story about traveling around and going to a few contests and stayed at her house for 2-3 days I think a weekend.
First time I got my ass eaten still don't know how to feel about that one. As I was snooping in her closet and found a shitload of punk shirts and stuff that weren't her size. I assumed she must be stepping out of her marriage or boyfriend.
Fast forward 2 years I am in Connecticut playing in a band with The Virus and Onward to Mayhem, we have a meet and greet before the show starts and introduce each other. Well guess who comes up and sits in guitarists for The Virus lap? I keep it cool and casually ask like oh who is this? blah blah etc oh this is my wife we'll call her (JJ) I have this cool exterior of oh cool guys well nice to meet you guys gotta set up lets have a beer after the show?
I spoke at the bar with her in hints as to not gain the attention of her old man or friends, I just said oh so that explains those bigger shirts? She told me she has done this before and in my head I am thinking to myself why is it that ladies that look good are the ones you got to be weary of?
I know for my part I was wrong to step in on this situation, had I known the dude I would've been hesitant or walked away buttttttt she did look good and her filming wasn't half bad.
We played the show and it got awkward soon thereafter as I had no idea those guys had some stupid ideals and I got into a scrap with the bassist guy from Onward to Mayhem beforehand in St. Paul. In my head I think the guy knew we had met somewhere beforehand and I stonewalled him when he asked if I had been to Jersey I was like yeah passed through but hated it.