Free concerts are full of potheads, they get all in your ear and start talking about the land of milk and honey, DENVER ******* COLORADO.
The beers cost 15 bucks for pisswater and barely a pint.
The girls all wear pink spaghetti straps sagging acid-wash jeans, and a smell like old milk.
The old people dance.
the old people dance; there wrinkly pterodactyl arms flapping as they swirl the air with bad knuckles.
The air smells, like sweat.
Sweat smells like toilet water.
Free concerts are usually outside, so hope to ******* Gaia that it doesn't rain, because you're stuck there, drunk and yelling dancing and laughing ******* and falling.
Matt, Dang and Me.
We spent our summer going to free concerts,
because the girls that go to free concerts think tattoos and finger-******* and toilet humor is more **** than money.
The old people dance with you performing some type of necromancy in the air that brings dead things inside of you back to life.
And the bud, it's so ******* sticky, and it causes a hacking paroxysm of coughing to the point that you can taste the blood in your mouth,
because those people from DENVER ******* COLORADO, really know their ****.