I got kicked out of a back yard show in Vegas for telling a joke once.
some friends of mine wanted to go to some "Riot Girl's" back yard show.these girls were not real Riot Girls. they were candy kids that wrote a horribly put together 'zine and shouted crap like, "GIRL POWER!" and "All men are pigs!" found out after we got there that it was so they could scope out a "rival crew", Rogue Shire. anyhow, Resist and Exist came out from CA and was the big attraction. I heckled the flocc out of them. Jay Lee, or whatever that floccers name was, kept saying, "I don't know about out here, but in California..." it told them to go back to CA and that we didn't want them in NV. I can't remember if I was drinking Maudite or la Fin du Monde, but it was hot out. when the cops showed up (inevitable), one of the fresh cuts in our circle turned to the only black kid there and said, "Quick! Shake my hand so they don't think I'm racist!" Avery looked at his outstretched hand and said, "Pssshhhh." as he walked away. the cops told everyone to keep it down a little and left with an underage drunk run away in-tow. the whole time I was mocking bands, I would hear laughter and/or the encouraging, "Yeeeaaahhh!" from somewhere behind me. I had taken to getting on the mic between bands and telling jokes. I may have been drinking Newcastle as well. Old Jerry from Rogue Shire sat in the back in a pole shed gripping a plastic knife waiting for one of my friends (The United) to start s#!t. RS had us outnumbered and out powered, yet he cowered in the back with his fragile plastic. there was a new guy in their group. he was big. 1/2 Samoan 1/2 Norwegian (as I found out later) kind of big. but everyone's big when you're 5'7" and 125 lbs. so it was between bands again, I was perhaps a bit tipsy, and my new found public needed entertained. I stepped up to the mic and said, "How many Riot Girls does it take to change a light bulb? Four. One to do it and the other three to write a 'zine about it." they kicked me out. but RS invited us to a party to bury the hatchet and I almost got jumped on account of my anti-swastika tattoo. all anyone saw was the swastika and not the big red circle with the big red line through it. I ended up hanging with Rogue Shire a lot more than The United. the tension never went away and eventually lead to the all out brawl during The Slackers at The Sanctuary.
