Woke up early the next day and hit the streets of New York. Met up with Tym and had some killer pizza by his work. His yuppie ass works in Manhattan by the Empire State Building, holy fuck. After that we cruised around Times Sqaure and went into the dopest Toys R Us I had ever been in. Right when you walk in they take your picture then try to get you to pay $10 to buy it. Right when we left Toys R Us we witnessed a car wreck 10ft in front of us. The two vehicles involved were an ambulance and a taxi cab. Everyone in the street laughed, it was nuts.
We got back to Tym's and Matt and I went back to Manhattan to find a gym to no avail. But while getting on the on ramp to head back to Queens someone was flying down it backwards and almost crashed into us and about 3 other cars. I fucking hate New York City drivers. We headed to the show in Brooklyn but of course had to stop and eat the best vegan buffalo wings in the world at Food Swings. The food was incredible. Expensive as fuck but toally worth it.
The show was at a bar called The Charleston and it was a pretty sweet show. Played with a band called Spectators who were kind of in the vein of Botch, it was killer. Outside of the show while chilling on a stoop the guitarist of Sick Of It All strolled by so everyone yelled "Yeah! Sick Of It All!" and he simply put his fist in the air and kept on walking. Not many people went to the show. The show was in the basement of the bar and upstairs was trivia night so most of the hipsters stayed up there to eat their free pizza w/ every alcohol purchase.
After the show we were all hanging out getting ready to head back to Tyms when an old man walked by with a bag. Our wild friend from here, Vic, decided to say "what's in the bag old man?" The old man took major offense to this and told him "mind your own fucking business MAN." The dispute ended there until Aaron informed Vic that the old man had said the above statement for Vic did not hear it. To add fuel to the fire Vic yelled at the old man "I'm gonna make it my business."
Then the gloves were off and this old man was fucking pissed. He screamed "YOU WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT BUDDY?! COME HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE!" This was litereally a 65 + year old man wanting to fight a 25 year old guy. Vic told him to go and eat his food which made the old man grab his junk and yell "EAT THIS!" Vic hit him with "I'll gobble you up old man!" The verbal argument continued on until we asked the old man what he was going to do to Vic to which he replied "I'M GOING TO KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!" To my amazement Vic then said "OK" and started walking towards the little old man with his bag of food.
I was in fucking shock because I thought either A) Vic was going to walk up and deck this old man or B) This old man who was reaching in his back pocket was going to knife Vic in his throat. A couple passing by stepped in and tried to mediate the argument. Vic told the old man it was a joke and to keep on walking and even offered to help the man pick up his food. The geezer was absolutely not interested in Vics help, picked up his food and headed home. It was a crazy fucking time.
Today we're playing in Philadelphia, PA. I'm hoping to get this box of 20 pretzels or whatever that everyone from Ghost Towns keep telling me about. Still have 18 more shows to play on this tour. It's been a great time so far.
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