Yesterday was always going to be a huge day for me, a day of reckoning to exaggerate. It was Friday the 13th and luckily for me I have 13 letters in my name, so it turns out I'm most likely to be fucked up by whatever superstitious curse that Friday the 13th brings.

It started with an interview at 1st Choice down at Browns Plains, I thought it went relatively well but obviously not as I haven't recieved a phone call or anything from it so I'm guessing I missed out. Never fear, it was time for the cosmic ball of energy to combine ready for The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I picked Danman up around 6 and the Chili jam began right then and there in the Chazza. Danman freaked out a few fellow drivers and passengers alike with his crazy singing antics! We eventually got to jess's and our energy was making her feel weird. Oh well, that's what happens Jess's Dad was ready so we piled into the Pajero and headed off to Boondall. Suprisingly it was that packed getting there!

We lined up and got some merchandise, I got a shirt for $45 and was considering a sweatband too but eventually decided it was time to head to destiny. Danman wanted to get there ontime so we could watch Har Mar Superstar. I thought he was shit, but man did he have balls and all up was an entertaining act. He coaxed the crowd into throwing bottles and random shit at him because they sucked, often mocking them. It was all a bit of a laugh really. We went got to the floor we were about 15 rows back. After some shuffling to find the best spot, me and Danman split away from Jess who found a friend from work to entertain her.

We ended up behind these two annoying surfer kids who just had there heads buried into their mobiles. After some sweet mexican waves and me and Danman's random reciting of lyrics, the lights finally dimmed and they filed out. The show was incredible, and me and Danman's singing powers were unmatched until we met the extreme dudes. If any has ever seen Harold and Kumar, just imagine those extreme guys, we had a about 5 of them in front of us and one of them was particularly extreme. He was a nut, and most probably on something as he kept shouting out 'I FEEL SO SEXY, SEXY' which was a little off the wall. He kept fucking pissing me off so I was keen to move infront of them but just couldn't, too extreme for me...for now.

The songs kept playing and the musicianship was fucking brilliant, John is a god on guitar and Flea's bass skills are unmatched. Chad did his best to look like WIll Ferrell and Anthony tried to look somewhat healthy despite his flu. All and all, me and Danman were rocking like it was 1999, then all of sudden we heard the bassline from Me and My Friends. This song is about 20 years old and is just fucking cool. Immediately I grabbed Danman and we interlocked around the shoulders and formed our cosmic ball of energy. We started moshing and screaming lyrics all while barging through the extreme guys. We were fucking rooted when that song finished, but managed to work our way like 3 rows from the front! It was fucking INSANE. None of the preppy girls knew the song and I think they were blown away by mine and Danman's perfect recitial. By The Way was also great, our cosmic energy caused the girls in front to shift to the side a little bit to give us our jumping space. I almost lost my glasses and I'm pretty sure it was this stage that I could taste blood, but nevertheless, it was the Chili Peppers and it was fucking amazing!

Me and Danman were really keen to hear Suck My Kiss so keep shouting it out inbetween songs only to have the girls in front go, 'Suck My Tits?, Huh?'. Tsk. The show carried on and eventually after being complety mind fucked by an insane jam, the encore came on, Under the Bridge and Give It Away. By this stage we were gone, but knowing we wouldn't have this chance again summon our cosmic energies and sung as loud as we could, well I know I did. Here is everyone softly singing Under the Bridge and I'm belting it out as loud as I possibly could. Fucking awesome.

We left the concert complety blown away and looking forward to the next one. Danman still had bundles of energy and was jumping all around the joint. We witnessed a crazy couple going absolutely fucking nuts at this car to 'GO FORWARD, FUCK!' for some unknown reason. He eventually pulled out, got to where he wanted and then waited there for at least half an hour. Tosser.

The journey home was relived thanks to me and Danman and green Powerade which tastes like liquid green sugary cosmic energy. Singing and dancing all the way home I tell ya, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Suprisingly I woke up this morning for work with a voicebox and powered through my four hour shift. When I got home Davo gave us a call to go to the coast and learn to surf. He picked up Yeatsie on the way through and we headed down to Main Beach via Maccas. The surf was shit so the board stayed in the car and my surfing virginity is still intact. Nothing much exciting down at the coast, just a bit of sun, surf and salt water

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