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The On the Bricks concert in Atlanta
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| Man, this is horrible. It's like 90 degrees out here and there's people everywhere and the humidity combined with the rain is making it over 100. | |
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| It's not so bad. By using my mind to cool my body, I have a steady chill going through me and it feels like 68 degrees inside my skin. | |
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| But most of the music is terrible and all the frat boys are slam dancing to They Might be Giants. | |
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| Again, by using my mind, I make the experience enjoyable. It's all perspective, man. The bad music fades into the background, and the frats are merely expressing themselves with dance. | |
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| Man, Doug, you've got a great outlook. Let's grab a beer at the concession stand. | |
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| Excellent idea. Now you're getting the ide...Christ in a cropduster! $8.50 for piss warm beer?! You must be shitting me! I'll be kicked in the nuts by a kangeroo before I pay $8.50 for a Fosters. | |
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