All day I'm getting bombarded by requests from friends both far and near to go to the stupid Descendents gig @Brooklyn Bowl on Saturday. My best crime partner is the only one to get through to me by telling me that the last time he saw the Descendents was in 1985 at Fender's Ballroom, and that I was there with him, and that he wanted to see the Descendents again with me there again, so I reluctantly agreed to go with him and some mutual acquaintances to the shitty gig. Everyone in the place has seen the Descendents play before, and we're all sharing various stories of past gigs and while pregaming hard in my living room, watching videos on YouTube of the opening bands and finding less and less of a reason to get there early, and when I play them some of the new stuff off the latest Descendents album Hypercaffium Spazzinate, they shake their head and wonder WTF happened to the band. "Well, at least we'll get to hear some of the cool older songs" my friend says, and I fight back the urge to tell him they won't be played good, but whatever. With about an hour to go before we have to leave, one of the acquaintances I just met busts out a massive bag of magic mushrooms, grabs a handful, and stuffs them in his mouth and laughs. He handed the bag to his wife who was sitting next to him and she does the same without the laughter. And so on. The bag makes its way around the room, and everyone is partaking hard. Everyone has now ingested at least 2 handfuls of psilocybin, except for me, because I'm driving! They all wanna get to the venue before the psychedelics kick in, and I'm just wondering how all these people are going to get home! LOL The Brooklyn Bowl is a beautiful venue located inside The Linq, which is a modern day neon clusterfuck, full of pretty lights and sounds, so needless to say we never made it to the gig. I found myself more entertained being the sober guy among a group of people tripping balls, watching them and just... being there, taking it all in, then I would of been watching a group of old guys trying to convince themselves they still sound good in front of a group of nostalgia seeking motherfuckers. My friends told me the Descendents gig was great, but my friends are a bunch of liars, so yeah...