Despite what the post time from myspace says, it's 3:04am. Just got home from our gig at Retox. Interesting show to say the least. We had a good set. Raj did very well for his first time out there with us and we expect nothing less than the best from him since he is the sheezeeee. We were selling ou BRAND NEW SHIRTS tonight for the first time and we were playing a new bar (for us) with our brothers in Seven Perfect, so we were pretty jazzed about the whole night.

Then the drunken douchebag appears. He seems cool at first, but later on does something I haven't seen EVER in my life. For no apparent reason HE SPITS ON ONE OF OUR T-SHIRT!!! Not 7p's shirt (and I wouldn't have wanted him to do that either), but only on ours. I'm not going to soften this next phrase by abbreviating it: WHAT THE FUCK????? Who the fuck is this trash bag? Who the fuck spits on a shirt on display? Are you fucking retarded? Were you raped by your uncle when you were young? Because only those excuses are valid in explaining your action. Obviously everyone in Slurly wanted him dead, and if this had been Clicks or Jack's HE WOULD HAVE BEEN BEATEN RIGHT THERE. But, since there are witnesses, he's led outside by security and for some reason, decides to hang out right outside the door for the rest of the night.

For the record, we in Slurly have nothing but love for our brothers in Seven Perfect and nothing but respect for Retox Bar for having us. This was just some drunken piece of shit that did the unthinkable. And I haven't been in a physical fight since I was in my early 20's (as far as I can remember), but I wanted to beat him to death. What kind of person are you that spitting on our stuff seemed like a good idea? If you didn't like our music, fine. I can accept that. But sptting on our merch? How would you like it if I spit on your kids first drawing? How would you feel? I didn't catch your name when you got kicked out, but I hope you come to another show and either apologize and pay the $10 for the shirt, or stand there and take your beating like a man. And if you actually read this, my name is Christian. I'm the guitar player for Slurly and I was the one who shoved your stupid ass right outside the door when you decided to talk shit to a friend of mine. Introduce yourself to one of us. We'd love to meet you.