Proof!
Not much to say today. The last few days have been kind of slow news-wise. Anyway, last night I was doing some investigative work on the internet and came across something that is of great interest to me. I apologize for the quality, but it's the best I've been able to find so far. Here's a hint on what to look for. Look to the north-east corner of the white security guards head. Here it is.
Also, I think this is an amazing idea.
That is all.
posted by Trent at 10:37 PM
10 Comments:
Well first up I noticed you in that picture years ago. You may be asking yourself how but that question is pointless.
Secondly, that idea may seem neat but I think placing a small child in the vehicle with the windows cracked and one of those little hand held battery operated fans works just as well.
11:53 PM
Also, I really hate how this thing puts my name in lower case letters when it should be how I typed it in; JOHN LAIRD. The name seems more of a muffled whisper when it should be like "BAM! J O H N L A I R D"
You should send in some kind of customer complaint...and I don't want to hear anything about how this thing is free and blah blah blah.
11:58 PM
I'll get right on that, I promise. Also your idea about the small child is a good one. Why not throw the family dog in there too, just to add a little more fun?
6:27 AM
Since you refer to this photograph as "proof," I will humbly say you needed look no further than my personal testimony to vouch for your attendance on the night in question.
Furthermore, I believe it was I—one Drew Allen—who let you stand closer to stage whilst I was left to defend myself against a group of prepubescent Latino girls whose collective greasy ponytails whipped disgusting hormonal sweat all over my person. You remember, the ones who unrelentingly sang along with Miss Sarajevo, despite being grotesquely off-key and only knowing four words to the entire song.
Oh God. The sweat. It still stings.
9:42 PM
Hmmm...I have to take issue with your assertion that you "let" me stand closer to the stage. I remember the order as if it were last night. It was myself, Jenna, Jeremy, then you, Mr. Allen.
So to say that you "let" me stand near the stage 3 persons down from you would imply that I had asked you where to stand. As in, "No Trent, you take the stage, I'll stand here behind you, even though you're about 4 inches taller than me." Interesting that you would make that claim.
However, you do have my pity for bearing the full brunt of the over-exuberant teen girls. No man should have to endure that. It was a shame they butchered that song......
Wow. After remembering this I'm overcome with an overwhelming sadness for you. You know what? Say whatever you want about that night. You earned it.
10:33 PM
And I've got to take issue with your last comment, Trent. Specifically, where you state "it was a shame they butchered that song." While it was a shame they butchered Ms. Sarajevo, I think it's only fair that we acknowledge ALL the songs that they butchered. Namely, all of them save for The Electric Co. and The Ocean.
I'm actually a bit surprised that you found this picture. I thought that their shriekery rendered all photography impossible.
And we truly do not thank Drew enough for his sacrifice that night. Thanks, man.
8:40 PM
Certainly sorry to make you blow that gasket, sir.
10:21 PM
Please don't mistake the exhuberance in my response as gasket-blowing. Although I do kinda feel like a jerk now... ;)
6:31 AM
Truth be told, all four of us were standing on the rail at the beginning, but I eventually got squeezed out. I replaced Jenna with you in my antecdote because I wanted to use your blog as a forum to vent about the Latinas in question.
Now you know... the rest of the story.
Good day!
12:28 PM
I don't understand the big deal with this picture. Who gives a rip if Jesse Jackson is a U2 fan?
1:21 PM
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