I’m gonna keep this short and I’ll post tommrow with something longer and more interesting. But so far my Black hair has recieved rave reviews. Except for two middle of the roaders and two negative responses. Everyone else likes it. I like it too. Which is more important then anything. Right kids? HAHA…

Important announcement! The Flagship of the SeanPiotrowski.net Automobile fleet has been SOLD! Shane H. Pajak has sold his pride and joy to someone from Western NJ. So all you Camden county and neighboring fools keep an eye out and look for the yellow Integra with the www.SeanPiotrowski.net Sticker rockin on its side! Shane has announced that his new car, a 2003 Toyota Matrix, will also adorn a new www.SeanPiotrowski.net Sticker when I have more made up. So you might be asking who will be the new Flagship of the fleet? That remains to be seen. Will it be Shane’s new car? Possibly. We’ll see how the Matrix looks with a new sticker on it. But until that time we are Flagship-less…

Well thats it for tonight I have a lot of stapling to do for tommrow…

Till next time…”Live, Love, Burn, Die”

Hey! What a weekend I had. Allow me to get live jounal-ish for just a moment. Friday Me, Skanko, Frank, and Turbo went to the PNC Arts Center and saw our favorite metal band of all time DIO! Iron Maiden was there too. Ronnie James Dio was kicking it into high gear with some crazy metal vocals and amazing guitar riffs. He’s probabily the only metal guy that could get away with his little gay dances that he does. Also I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man give the metal sign so many times in one performance. He was electrifying. We were all a little disheartened when he forgot an entire section to our anthem, Holy Diver! LOOK OUT! Iron Maiden was cool to see because they had a pretty bad ass stage show. Which I don’t think I’ve ever seen a band that has had a stage show like that so it was a cool experience. FAST FOWARD…Saturday we rocked our suits and headed down to Atlantic City for Shane H Pajak’s 21st birthday extravaganza. First we had dinner at this Japanese steak house in Ceasar’s that was absolutlely amazing. Then we did some gambling, drinking, cigar smoking, and hanging out. Shane made his first bet, like he always said he would, a $100 on black and won. I walked away a $260 winner also thanks to Video Poker. I left A.C. at 4:45 AM and arrived back in Toms River at 5:45 AM. It was quite a time and I think its safe to say we gave Shane a birthday weekend he shall never forget. Sunday I spent the ENTIRE day working on a paper it sucked.

So a major project is being started by 1985 and myself. We have a retrospective documentary that we are putting together. What it is on and what it will include I am keeping a well guarded secret at this point but you know you can keep it locked here for all the latest info…

Here is a little ditty that Me and DJ Kordasmack collaborated on about 3 years ago:
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I hope you guys enjoy that for this is the first time this song is being heard publicly. On a side note the beat and guitar was done by 1985. Then he spiked my wine with Vodka and I felt compelled to freestyle over the music and that is that. The rest is history…

I’ve had about 8 hours sleep total over the last two days so I am going to go…

Till next time…”LIKE A RAINBOW IN THE DARKKK…”

Well it’s Shane’s 21st Birthday weekend, I have a twelve page paper to write, and yeah I dont know what to do. SOOOO tonight I’ll be at Caesar’s in Atlantic City…

Shane drank last night at Applebee’s and threw up in his beer mug and then threw up all over his front steps. It was classic. I haven’t seen him that drunk since the first night he ever came to Rider…

Tonight is going to be crazy…

Till next time…”Judge me Fuck You…Stop playing God…”

Ill tempered? I think its safe to say I left New York City ill tempered. Let me bring you up to speed so you understand…

Few weeks ago Shane asks me to go to a Reel Big Fish concert at Irving Plaza with him. I say, “Who is playing with them?” Zebrahead, Gob, and The Matches. Now I only know of Zebrahead, other then RBF, and I’ve seen them once before and they were good live and I know Shane really wanted to go so I say OK I’ll go. Fast foward to last night. Its raining the entire trip up to New York. Hard. Me, Shane, and Danielle (a new Danielle, not the Bumber) are on our way up to the city via the Holland Tunnel. I am driving. Driving in NYC is easy for me now as long as I know exactly where I have to go and have detailed directions which we did. So anyway we get to Irving Plaza. Danielle sells her extra ticket for $20 to a scalper to which he turned around and sold them for $60! Anyway we get inside and this band The Matches was playing…This is where our story begins…

So this was my first General Admission concert in NYC. I consider myself a veteran to the General Admission concert because I’ve been to about 40,000 of them here in NJ and PA. Places like Birch Hill, Stone Pony, The Trocadero, and Theatre of Living Arts are all seconds homes to me. But this was my FIRST NYC one. I figured it would be the same as NJ or PA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY WAS I WRONG! This single concert has effected how I will handle NYC concerts for the rest of my life. (More on that later) Anyway The Matches are playing and they are finishing up. Not too horrible but not great either. Then this band called, Gob comes on. I think this was the shittest band I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Not only did the singer suck ass this band had the gayest fat bassist I’ve ever seen in my life and he talked and said shit that made him the biggest faggot in the universe. Anyway Gob blew asshole and the only people rocking out and singing along were 12 year old girls and fat guys who obviously wouldn’t know good music if it licked their ball sack. Normally if we were in NJ people would be shouting at the stage “GET OFF THE STAGE.” “YOU SUCK!” or “GO HOME!” to which I usually chime in with my “BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!” “YOU GUYS ARE PATHETIC” “I HOPE YOU DIE” or even “FUCK YOU!” To which usually concert goers around me laugh and smile because I’m pretty fucking loud and they know the band can hear me. So my urge to yell to Gob was strong but no one else was doing it. Could it be possible that everyone secertly likes this band? I didn’t know NOR did I care. All I knew was that I hated them and my NJ concert instincts were starting to take over. In between one of their songs I blurt out, “FUCK YOU!” followed by a “GO HOME!” I then waited to get kicked in the shin by some 12 year old girl who thought Gob was the greatest thing since the Spice Girls. But alas the people in the back with me were happy with my comments and started chiming in. “GET OFF THE STAGE!” ” YOU GUYS SUCK!” “I HATE YOU!” were all shouted at them after me. I was proud. I looked around at my fellow haters and they all laughed and smiled at me. After the band’s next song they decide that the lead singer is going to do some dancing for everyone and of course the faggot fat bassist had to do all the talking for this part. So the fat faggot says “Now Dan is going to shake his ass while he does a dance called, ‘The booty shake’ ” I shout, “YEAH? BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!”. While it was real quiet. I know the fag heard me cause he kinda did a double take. But whatever they sucked my ball sack. I more or less knew I was in my own personal hell where they play nothing but B98.5 “punk” and the concert hall is filled with 12 year old girls who scream like Michael Jackson fans. But whatever they were almost done. Mean while its starting to get REALLY hot inside. I start to sweat….

Gob finished and it was the down time between them and Zebrahead. These three girls walk up to me, Shane, and Danielle. One girl says, “Would you like to buy this Pin for a dollar its for kfshfjkshkjd….” I couldn’t hear what she said it was for. “What is this pin for?” I say to her. She says, “We’re selling them for school their these Peace pins to fight against the war. They’re only a dollar will you buy one?” I say, “NO! I like war I’m not buying your pin.” “What did you say?” quip the 3 girls. “I like war. I’m not buying your pin.” say I. Then Shane whips out a dollar and buys one. While two of the girls are distracted with that, the other lone girl turns to me and says, “I HOPE YOU STEP ON A LANDMINE AND GET YOUR LEG BLOWN OFF!” and then she stormed away. One thing I hate about the whole punk scene is their leftist liberal ways and how the punks try and cram it down everyone’s throat. To that I say, If I wanted to talk politics I would have gone to a debate or political rally not a freaking concert…

Zebrahead came on and played. They’re a good live band and I enjoyed them. Reel Big Fish came on opened with Sell Out, Take on Me, and Beer. After that they played crap. I lost interested and counted the minutes until they were over. They did however play their new song that they play on Sirius a lot and I enjoy. They finished, we didn’t stay for the encore and left…

Through out the entire show we had sweaty fat people CONSTANTLY pushing through us and we had to move out of people’s way like 40,000 times. Also the freaking Mosh pits were in the back of the venue. THE WHOLE POINT OF BEING IN THE BACK IS TO AVOID THE MOSH PITS! So because of this I have adopted the following policies reguarding General Admission Concerts in NYC:

I, Sean Robert Piotrowski, refuse to go to a General Admission concert venue in New York City to see a show UNLESS I am with people who, like me, are 21 years of age and can go to the 21 or over floor.

Being with the people who aren’t twelve is where it is at. They are there for the music and the beer. Not to throw elbows and punch each other while running around in a circle…

People in NYC do not know proper concert procedures or behavior. People in PA and NJ do. Again re-affirming my belief that NJ is the most superior state in the Union…

We got out of New York in less then 20 minutes this time and only got lost for about 5 minutes compared to last times 45 minute of lost-ness. So we were happy about that. All in all a good evening and a great story. I can only hope the Iron Maiden, Dio, and Motorhead concert this Friday can yield an exciting time and make up for this semi-disaster of a concert.

I have work to do so I am going…

Till next time…”I think I’ll have myself a beer…”