ugly american so last night, after another depressing pc cowboys show, i went up to
the balcony area of the debating hall to watch late and live. glen
wool was the compere (m.c.) and there were some other acts i wanted to
see.

i was polite, so people squeezed in so i was then unable to see.

so i moved underneath a little taped area and sat next to a video
camera and was able to stretch my leg out (my knee is fucking falling
off, people).

i watched glen wool and a funny guy named rhys darby or some shit.

then some scottish cunt with a headset bullied his way over to me,
where i was happily minding my own business.

YOU CAN'T SIT THERE. THERE'S NO SITTING THERE.

"it's okay. i'm not touching anything"

YOU CAN'T SIT THERE.

so then i sez... i say.

YOU KNOW WHAT. I'M THE ONLY SOBER FUCKING PERSON IN YOUR ENTIRE
SHITHOLE OF A COUNTRY.

and i left.

motherfuckers.

i want to come home.
  ¶ 11:45 AM