Umm... I went to two pearl jam concerts this week. The first was probably one of the coolest concerts I've been to... It was a small venue, people were nice and really friendly. They were there to listen to the music...



The second, tonight, left me with a general disdain for a certian portion of the human race. There was a guy in front of us... uhh... cracked out. Literally. Every person that walked by him became a target. Man, woman, child... it didn't matter. This guy wanted to destroy something. And we stood behind him the entire time. Normally I'd just move... but my ride didn't seem to want to leave that spot... not only that... they decided to provoke him further... This turned out to be the worst concert I've ever been to.



If you really knew me, you'd know how much I despise fighting. People who feel the need to fight everything in the world are afraid of themselves. Beneath this thick layer of cold stares and hard fists, are the weakest people you could ever meet. It takes little to break them. It takes a lot to love them... I feel sorry for them, but really... get the fuck out of my face. Seriously. Go peddle your fear elsewhere. Once you learn to get over yourself, come back and we can laugh and joke at what a dick you were.



I hate being angry. I really do. It's something I wish I could do away with... but instead, I'll settle for learning from my anger. I didn't get in a fight tonight, but I was distracted from the music. The MUSIC. Good lord, there was good music, and someone decided to listen to their weakness instead. A shame...



But i'm home now, my warm bed only a few feet away... This is a house of love. I can feel it in the walls. I'm better.