Hey ho lets go back to last night when I saw Ice Cube at the palace (unexpectdly alone) ... where I was completely surrounded by boagns and wanna be thugs alike, breaking in my hot pink Nikes in a top notch colour co-ordinated outfit that would scare the hell out of the average monotone sack wearer and dancing my little heart out with my not so committed 'dubz' in the air (only for Cube). The night began shakey with my friends experiencing a heartbreaking ticket fuck up, leaving me on my lonesome and them feeling ultimately shitted off.
I soon found my nook in amongst tough looking Islander ladies with plenty of tude and a charming woman who pretty much high fived me every two minutes but things got weird when she licked her spilt bundy and coke off my arm.
It's not the first time I've ended up alone at a gig so I block out the crowd and appreciate the music more, and more importantly block out the man singing Black or White to my two tone stockings on the way out of the venue.
GOOD TIMES
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