Phoenix

This will be the last time that I buy 10 tickets to anything in the hope that all my friends would want to come along in a nice happy-go-lucky group. Everyone’s already inside by the time I get to the gate. The security at the front tell me that my barcode has already been scanned. Great. I hear the opening song – Lisztomania – as I head to the box office to find out which of the 10 hasn’t been scanned yet. Finally I get my ticket and head on in. The crowd was gi-fucking-normous. All I wanted to do was get to the front to take some photos. I pushed my way to the front through all the fat little road blocks that were aggressively trying to stop me, only to find an entire defensive line of security guards Mutombo’ing my shots. One grabbed my camera strap and tried to rip it out of my hands. I held on, but this rhinoceros reeled me in slowly then grabbed me by my shirt threatening to pull me over the barrier. I swore at him (a lot) until he told me to change my attitude and that I was not to take any photos. I nodded coldly. Then I angrily made my way to the furthest point from this steroid-injected, power-driven meat factory. I calmed down and started to have fun again. I tried to make the most of this ‘rare’ lens flare opportunity.