The fast life and times of the Indy Punk
my first instalment of my Indy Punk series
The fast life and times of the the Indy Punk
Story 1 - The pit
Alright, so the other night I was roaming the dark-lit streets of south-side Indianapolis (sketchy area), I came across a flyer hanging in a liquor store window that caught my eye. It said that there was a show down at the Hoosier Dome (the local venue) that night! It was punks only night and I had to be there. I checked my wallet for some entrance money. I was broke. So, as custom dictates,I snuck in the back as a tech guy.
The place was packed by the time the third band hit the stage. I mean the place was wall-to-wall punks. Which made for some pretty sick mosh pits. I swear to god, these cats were fucking crazy. When the band Rat Storm set up on the floor, the smaller, weaker folks cleared the floor and the large and the insane (myself) stepped forward. You see, Rat Storm was hard core punk rock, raw as hell. Which made for better pits.
So there I was, getting the pissed knocked out of me by these massive sea of punks, and im loving it. And then... I saw him. From across the pit, I see an unfriendly looking wart hog staring me down. I new that shit was about to go down. We targeted each other. We clashed, colided, kicked, stomped, and shoved each other. Then it happened. He swung around and slugged me right in the gut. Intentional or not, this fucker just punched me. I wasn't going to take that sitting down. So, I did the only respectable thing I could. I leaped over the crowd and on to this ass hole's back.
So needless to say, he was pissed. He flung me around like a fucking ragdoll. I got ahold of his neck and tried choking him out. He threw me off. He hit me in the jaw (hurt like a bitch), I kicked him in the stomach, he elbowed me in the ribs, I kneed him in the nuts. This continued for around five minutes. No one really noticed us until Rat Storm finished their setlist. Then the floor was cleared in a hurry. It took three guys to hold him back. One guy for me (a little embarrassing). So there I was, sitting on the floor. Cut up, broken, and bruised, looking at a pig who wasn't in much better state than I was. Every one was dead quiet. Then, for some reason, I couldn't help but laugh. And I guess the other guy got the joke because HE started to laugh. Soon the whole place was histarical! I mean every punk in there was rolling.
We both stood up, brushed ourselfs off, and hugged it out.And everything was hunkey dorey! We Started (and finished) and a few more pits, raised hell, and just had an all round good time. And that was the end of it! I havn't seen the guys since. Never even got his name. Oh well. He was an ass-bag any way.