“Cronkadonk.”

The original plan was to get an interview with the band, or even an opener, and just get into the show on a list. That’s why I didn’t buy a ticket.

Then it sold out.

As the concert approached, I kept slacking about getting the interview, and eventually said forget it, and decided to just skip the show altogether.

But after I got $42 from the NCAA tourney pool, I jumped on Craig’s List yesterday looking to buy a ticket. I found someone selling theirs for $30, so I arranged to get the ticket from them at 8:30 at the Store 24 next to the Paradise.

The bastard never showed up.

So I walked back home pissed while my friends were inside the show. Then I got a call from them saying they could draw the stamp to get in on my hand and sneak me in. So I walked back to Paradise and got tattoooed. When the bouncers asked where my bracelet was, I told them “that shit fell off”. They believed me for some reason and let me in, and I skated past the ticket-taker with my stamp.

Clutch City, USA. So, if you’re ever in a situation even close to that, always just draw the stamp on yourself and break in.

Update: I am in the process of getting sweet revenge on the ticketbastard. I’ll let you know when I find his/her home address.