Stoked but not stoked but stoked. Classic stoked but not stoked yet stoked. Long story, read if you must, skip if you dare. Ha.
Went to a Ty Segall show in San Francisco tonight. Shit got pretty rowdy fast. Lots of ''moshing,'' not really my thing, I was just so wasted and rocking out, having a good time, not trying to rough anyone up or bang anyone b/c i have a girlfriend and so on....Notice this little man, Platonic Ideal of the Napoleon Complex, got out of the ''mosh pit'' and was apparently trying to hit on these girls by ''moshing'' them super hard, tough to explain but if you've seen it before maybe you know. So, what the hell, I grab his beanie off his head (that he's wearing indoors, even though it's jam-packed and sweaty in there), he turns around looking for the culprit, sees it's me, does this pussy shove/punch thing, so I throw his cap really far into the crowd, and before I know it, he's clocked my in the jaw, obviously as hard as he could, everyone standing there stunned. So I realize this is my moment to do something I always wanted to do (no, not punch a little guy in his face). Yeah, it's cheesy, it's downright goofy, but I was like, ''Punch me. Punch me in the fucking face. Because that didn't do anything. So go ahead and try again.'' So he took the free shot. It diddnt' do shit, but it must have looked gnarly because everyone near me was pretty freaked out. I should explain that, while not being overly talky and pushy about it, I'm not to into fighting etc., and can't imagine too many situations where I'd want to deck someone, but I often wondered if I could take a punch myself. I would think any man should be able to break a nose/give a black eye/dislodge some teeth with two free shots to the face, but this fella didn't and I'm feeling pretty fucking fine, which i think is a much funnier revenge than ''tracking him down'' or some shit. Although, I had a black eye once and it looked pretty cool, but I guess Napoleon wasn't up to it.
Best part for me: After a bunch of people pushed him to leave, someone saw he came back and was up front, but he was holding his beanie, clutching it real close to his chest, as if to say, ''No more beanie-related arguments tonight, I almost killed a man over my hat already...''