so yesterday was interesting.
matt, tyler, and myself went to chinatown to try to buy m-80s. matt introduced us to a fellow who sold us M-88s which, as we found out, are NOT m-80s. They are little crackers. The stuff that i bought in fillmore is more powerful.
then we went to matt's house to light shit on fire (namely matt's stuffed picachu). then matt goes "lets go to the frisky kitty". so we drive there and go in. We had to sit right by the stage and all was well untill the 3rd dancer went up.
this bitch was ugly and old. she starts her thing, about five seconds in stops, comes over to us and says "if u sit in the front you have to tip" in an angry voice. We all think "u havent done shit worth tipping" but since shes just standing there in anger we fumble for dollar bills. Matt accidently pulls out a five, realizes it and tries to replace it with a one. The bitch goes "whoa what about that five." and confronts matt. Matt reluctanctly complies and gives her the extra dollar too. Now keep in mind this all happens while shes supposed to be dancing. Then she dances for about 5 seconds then approaches me and goes
"whats your problem?". (i wasnt looking at her cuz she wasnt attractive and was a bitch).
I said "i dont got a problem."
"what? is it me"
"nah its cool dont worry about it"
"i've had a bad day"
"uhhhh... alright"
so then she goes, picks up the money from other people and leaves.
total dance time- 10-15 seconds.
amount tipped by stupid intimidated white kids- 8 bucks
so that totally killed the vibe so we left feeling used.