as most will call windows want you to show the credit card you used with your name on it, as well as a photo ID.
Yah that would suck cuz itd prolly be my dads CC. BUT IT DONT MATTA, CUZ I GOT DA MO'FUCKIN TICKETS!
Damn was today an adventure...I was calling some realators before I went out apartment hunting and saw one of the cities on the Starscape flyer was near where I was looking for an apartment. So i called the guy up and asked him to hold two tickets for me. Turns out its this electronic record store run by a bunch a' party kids. So I drove the extra 30 mins over to there, and searched the town 3 or 4 times with the wonderful directions I was given ("ya pass a porn shop and then take a right at the construction..."). Finally I found the little store, and went inside and this big ass dog wit funny lookin eyes walks up to me and wont quit followin me, and the dood on the turntables is given me a funny look. This other dood walks out of some back room, I explain I asked for tix, and he whipped em out from under the counter (kinda wierd cuz the Ticketmaster near me has a fancy lil computer that prints em out and stuff).
So the dood says "hey man, do you smoke pot?"
Being my normally shady self, I say "well...yah i guess..." So he says, "Come on back to this room back here man, lets smoke a bowl!"
Now I was really shady, made some excuse up about how I couldnt smoke that day, so he says "cmon man, you drove an hour and a half, I got some killa buds!" Then I grabbed my tix and wheeled out of there...I really regret my natural paranoia because, well, he was just bein nice and offerin a smoke, right? I mean, pot is a friendly, share-with-your-friends and share-with-everyone-else kinda herb, right? Why do I gotta be so paranoid? For all that kid coulda known, I was a cop, vis versa, or the shady dood sleepin on the couch coulda punked my ass. Life sucks when you cant even smoke a friendly bowl with a fellow human without bein shady about it.
(Cmon, i went into this half assed dump record store and theres like a dood sleeping on a couch and this big ass dog following me around, nother guy on turntables spinnin this dark creepy jungle...and some guy who is supposed to be running a store is askin me to come back into some back room and toke one, after I just spent 84$ on tickets, and had like another 40$ in my wallet...me = UBER paranoid boy)
I dunno, was a wierd day for me...not used to the daylight and all, BUT I GOT TICKETS YAH WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
oh and dood, if your a BLer, sorry for bein all shady!