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Monday, September 18, 2017
Last night I saw Brian Wilson and Al Jardine live, spent 33 years waiting for that; spent 100 bucks on a ticket; I eat out of goddamn garbage cans because I am so poor.
YOU TWO FUCKS sat a few rows back, and were talking and carrying on competing with the music; everyone up to my row could hear you clearly and you pissed everyone off.
I had to ask you TWICE to shut the fuck up, and even still; you kept at it; you even left early, knowing full well I wanted to come back there; and work with you personally.
You are goddamn lucky little shit stains that we were at the Pet Sounds concert, and everyone just wanted to have fun, other than you two losers in your all white outfits with the woman who clearly wished she had brought two other people with her.
I don't want to see either of your fucking faces again.
-SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU GODDAMN FUCKS