I was almost not allowed to go to this show. I would have missed a good one
I used to never get sick and, until I started drinking, I never threw up but for no reason at all on this day, while at a journalism conference instead of school, I lost my lunch, so to speak, and had to be picked up by my dad and taken home early. My parents were pretty lenient with me in general but did have a rule that if you didn't go to school you couldn't go out after school time. I had to do a lot of finagling to get them to allow me to go see Ministry with my brother despite the fact that I left a school-like non-school activity early. I most likely went over my mom's head and appealed to my dad. He was always easier for me to convince.
Let's use the excuse that I wasn't feeling well and not that we thought we might get the shit beaten out of us to explain why we didn't stand on the floor near the stage. Instead we stood on one of the riser levels just behind the floor. From there we could actually see and not get punched in the face (or so we thought).
Those levels got pretty full and if you were lucky enough to get in the front of one you were against a metal rail. It's only natural to hold onto said rail that you're pressed against because you can't put your arms down or you'll hit the person in front of you on the level below. I was busy enjoying some of my favorite Ministry songs when the guy in front of me start rocking back onto my hands. Being the sassy 17 year old that I was, and by sassy I mean bitchy and self righteous, I started to push him back off my hands. At some point he decided that he wasn't so into that and turned around swinging (at least this is how it went down in my mind). Luckily my brother was paying attention and made up for trying to push me into the Grand Canyon when we were young, pulling me over toward him and out of the way of this dude's fist. I think he felt like an ass hole, almost hitting a young girl, and stopped hitting my hands with his back.
I used to never get sick and, until I started drinking, I never threw up but for no reason at all on this day, while at a journalism conference instead of school, I lost my lunch, so to speak, and had to be picked up by my dad and taken home early. My parents were pretty lenient with me in general but did have a rule that if you didn't go to school you couldn't go out after school time. I had to do a lot of finagling to get them to allow me to go see Ministry with my brother despite the fact that I left a school-like non-school activity early. I most likely went over my mom's head and appealed to my dad. He was always easier for me to convince.
Let's use the excuse that I wasn't feeling well and not that we thought we might get the shit beaten out of us to explain why we didn't stand on the floor near the stage. Instead we stood on one of the riser levels just behind the floor. From there we could actually see and not get punched in the face (or so we thought).
Those levels got pretty full and if you were lucky enough to get in the front of one you were against a metal rail. It's only natural to hold onto said rail that you're pressed against because you can't put your arms down or you'll hit the person in front of you on the level below. I was busy enjoying some of my favorite Ministry songs when the guy in front of me start rocking back onto my hands. Being the sassy 17 year old that I was, and by sassy I mean bitchy and self righteous, I started to push him back off my hands. At some point he decided that he wasn't so into that and turned around swinging (at least this is how it went down in my mind). Luckily my brother was paying attention and made up for trying to push me into the Grand Canyon when we were young, pulling me over toward him and out of the way of this dude's fist. I think he felt like an ass hole, almost hitting a young girl, and stopped hitting my hands with his back.
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