My boyfriend’s friends make mine look normal. Let me explain how this is a big deal.
His friend Landry’s in a band. A screamo band. A screamo Christian band. On Saturday he had a show and Trey wanted to go. Okay, I can handle that.
“Okay before we get there I just want to warn you that this is going to be a little weird. I don’t really encourage these kind of things and he isn’t very good, but he goes my basketball games so I go to his shows. It’s just that I kind of have to support him.” Okay, maybe I can handle this.
We get there and it’s balls to the walls cold in our crappy town park in this fenced in area with a little pavilion. There’s some very interesting spectators in very interesting clothes. Landry’s band comes on and they aren’t very good at all. The next thing I know some kid in a beanie starts moshing. But it gets better. By the second song Landry has poured water all over his body and now it’s the last song and he’s crowd surfing over a group of ten people. When the set’s finally over his sister gives Trey Landry’s jacket and it smells like chicken that should’ve been thrown out 3 weeks ago. Landry’s body smells even worse. Maybe I can’t handle it.
But that was some of the best entertainment I’ve ever had.
And then Landry showed up to church the next day without a shower.
