Hollywood Undead Part 2 and the morning after

It was only a few moments before Hollywood Undead came on that I was getting pushed toward the front. People kept asking if I wanted up front and I shook my head no but they pushed me up there anyway. I really had no problem with it. I was up front and it was good. I could actually touch the stage which sent shivers down my spin like some kind of ninny. The people who where croud surfing kept falling on people and a very interesting person behind me made a comment about it and I quote 'Quit falling on my fucking head! You are not aloud to crowd surf unless you are under 90 pounds!' She made comments like that through the whole thing.

Eventually the lights dimmed and a low humming sound began followed by a heart beat which is kind of a signature of them. Well They went on I was blown away they were amazing th drum solo made my knees shake and the energy of it all was just amazing. I can't recall all of what happened as I was so drugged by the beats and music but what I do remember was amazing. One of them, I can't really recall who had jumped onto the crowd and then was lost and without a mask. Another song passed then one of the singers pointed into the crowd and said 'I don't know if you know this but is in the crowd.' Everyone went crazy and it was tons of fun. There was of course an encore that ended up making me feel really cool.

There are of course those people who always crowd surf onto the stage and then jump back into the crowd. And we all know that we are thinking 'They are just insane' Well I am absolutely not ashamed to say that I was one of them. I merely looked back to one of the guys who was much bigger than myself and asked to get up. They of course were happy to help. I got up and was on stage. then I turned around and spread my arms like I was being crucified and fell into the crowd again. It was good. From there the song ended and I went to search for my fellow underwear buddy that I had mentioned before.

Well as I found my buddy we headed outside and called my bro to come pick us up. He wasn't at home though so we had to wait. The story does not end here however. As we were waiting we looked to a small group of people that was gathered around a couple of guys. It was them! I grabbed my friend and of course got autographs from most everyone but the drummer. Who was sadly not there. My friend and I also got pictures with them.. All in all it was an amazing night. When I went home the first thing I did was call my friend Tibb. I gave her a recount off all the best moments and some of the not so good moments. I was so hyped up from it all but then when I went into my room I crashed.

THe morning After.....
When I woke up I was hurting everywhere. My hip my legs my feet my shoulder and my ankle. I was trying to recall how all I got injured and I began to laugh to myself. My friend Dusty had bitten me on the shoulder. ;P My hip had gotten stepped on when I was trampled in a mosh pit and so was the rest of me. I found a weird bruise on my ankle and figured I was kicked but strangely enough it looked like teeth. No I am figuring I was bitten on the leg. It was worth it all though. Sadly I will never wear he underwear.