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Now hold on stay with me. This all began when my friend at the time (22m) and I( 21m) went to see one of my favorite bands. They started touring near me so I saw it as an opportunity to finally see them in person. Two things about me, I love getting fucked up and I LOVE bandanas. Having pretty long curly hair most hats are out of the question except for bandanas. So, on our way to the show we stopped to get three of 99 shooters to sneak into the show (stupid but not crazy I know.). It’s was a short drive so I didn’t suffer or anything but, once we got there be both took a shooter and smokes a J before I snuck the other shooter into my waistband. At this point I’m pretty crossed already (I’m a lightweight). We decide to order a beer so we both chug and then I pull out the shooter in front of the bar… BIG mistake. Within 5 minutes we were being yelled at and they demanded that they search us again. My friend didn’t have their id on them which almost got us kicked out but they let us back in during the openers. We were ready to just chill the entire time now…. How foolish. Let me paint you a picture. There aren’t any lights on the crowd. The openers are jamming out. Theres a circle pit near the stage. It’s hot as hell and the room is so small that heat feels 10x what it is. I LOVE moshing it’s one of my favorite things to do so I jumped in obviously. The crowd is getting lit the pit is jumping. I’m getting a little rowdier after seeing that. Suddenly, I feel someone banging on the back of my head. Now let me say this before I continue. I’d say I’m pretty strong but I don’t really fight. Most people aren’t worth the time fighting. So this guy is banging on my head and I’m thinking, wow this crowd is really tough. So I hold my glasses and just keep on pushin in the pit. That’s when we both get dragged to each side of the pit. Now I’m starting to get annoyed. Not because his weak punches hurt but because he kept knocking my glasses off! Having to adjust and hold my glasses is a big pet peeve of mine idk why just roll with it. So I stare at him obviously pissed so I raise my hands in a what’s your problem type of gesture. The pit started back up again and he ran towards me and lunged at me. I grabbed him by the throat but before I could do anything we were pulled apart. I don’t like fighting but I’ve always struggled with anger issues and this guy genuinely started to piss me off. Anyways, we both leave the venue and security tells me I have to stay here because I touched a minor. Now hold on when on gods green earth did this happen? So I start pressing the security and asking them if they are going off of evidence or word of mouth. He said and I QUOTE, “someone in a black bandana touched a minor.”
My bandana had a base color of black but there was white details and red VERY visible. Also take note me and another person were the only POC here. We wait 5 minutes I’m so close to crashing out at this point I really just want to scrap with the kid who hit me. The victim comes out and says that’s not him and apologizes to me. I haven’t even seen her in my damn life. Who is this lady and why the hell dod she pick me. The guy who hit me came up to me and apologized. He said he was the OWNERS son and he could get me anything I wanted. That pushed me over the edge. He even asked me if I wanted to meet the band. What would I say to them? “Hi I got accused of touching a minor and now I get to see you guys!” Do you hear how insane that sounds? I let my friend deal with him and I went back in to enjoy the band I waited to see for so long. The rest of the concert was awesome and I had a great time seeing them.
TL;DR: I fucked up by wearing a black bandana and being at the wrong place and the wrong time I guess. Also don’t sneak in alcohol.
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