I was sitting on my knees at the bar like I always do. I wasn't there to perform. I was just having fun with a friend, listening to the S.O.B.s After making friends with almost everyone at the bar, I was ready for some second hand smoke. So I followed Tami outside and made more friends out there. An evening like this was long overdue, and I was having a good time. Just then, a cute, drunk, skinny girl walked up to me and began the friend making process. It started with compliments and sweet girl talk. Girls? You know how it goes....

Then, in her high screachy voice, she said, "but I don't like your arm thingies.....they're like fake-punk."

wow......

I'm not fake and I'm not punk.

I am Amy M.

Ggggrrrrrr!!! I walked inside to keep things cool. She was just drunk. I'm sure she doesn't say stupid things when she's sober. I understand. I can let that stuff slide.

But if she woke up the next morning and remembered talking to me, she would realize it was a good time gone bad.