"Is that YOUR son?"

Fuck NO - you had to punk me out because I am the old guy here.... Goddammit, I mumble as I left Purgatory.

Let me explain. The Fiance left me for a week so she can do wedding stuff in the SAV so I am flying solo. I think the boys know it - buddy Corn texted me and asked if I wanted to go see Silverstein and Rise Against @ the Masquerade... Uhhh sure was my response. I got no plans.

We meet up at the Vortex in Little 5 for pre-show burgers and contemplate sampleing one of their numerous bottles of Single Malt Scotch's. (What an eclectic duo - Vortex is famous for its' burgers and Scotch's - kinda revolting match.) We shoot the shit with some of his friends that are on the way to the Braves game. I amazed everyone there with somewhat of an anecdote about everyone's home town - funny as hell. We explained to them that we are going to a concert and I predicted that it would only be a matter of time when someone mentions our age at this show. Since the Masquerade is notoriously an All Ages venue.

It didn't take long. We get there and see a few of Silversteins songs - whatever. Then we post up in front of the sound booth ready for Rise Against. They start and Corn can't contain himself - he goes pogoing into the pit. Good for him - I need a drink.
I make my way downstairs to Purgatory and there is only 4 people in there and 1 kid. This kid is sitting at the bar with his fingers pulling at his hair, drinking a soda, unable to focus, bobbing his head in a parkinson type way. I get my drink and as the bartender hands it to me I make a face of disgust and appallination. She looks over and sees that kid LICKING the bar... What the fuck. He gets up, stumbles around, knocks over some chairs, comes back to his barstool and starts drooling... Bartender is talking to the other patrons and we are just gawking at how fucked up this kid is and she turns to him and says "Where's your parents?" No answer then she says to me "Is that YOUR son?" Fucking bitch. NO!

I couldn't even get a nice quiet drink - so I go back upstairs and try not to act my age. Down the drink and find Corn as they end their first set. We bumrush the front for the encore and mix it up in the Pit for the last 4 songs...

I may be old but I ain't dead yet...