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I was really looking forward to seeing the mentors as soon as i heard they were playing again, even though El Duce is dead, i heard the "over the top" cd with some guy named El Rapo singing and he sounded pretty cool, so i figured i'd give them a chance. i still listen to them on a regular basis and haven't seen them since El Duce's last tour with them. plus, i was curious to see how handsome mr. El Rapo was. plus i hung out with sickie wifebeater last year on tour in the northwest and i sang for his band, sickie wifebeater's 4 f club, since their singer didn't show up. sickie is totally fucking cool, so i wasn't gonna miss him coming to boston. plus kilslug, psycho, and psalm 7 (guitarist and bassist of ptl klub doing ptl songs), and some other band i never heard of. earlier in the day big daddy from kilslug asked me to fill in on guitar on a few songs since larry kelley had an asthma attack and was hospitalized. psalm 7 went on first and sounded good, but i had to leave because i had business to attend to with mr. wifebeater outside (like showing him where the nearest liquor was). i didn't bother to watch the second band that i never heard of because i assumed they sucked (they did), plus i ran into alex smith from nightstick who i haven't seen since we got released from jail again. psycho came on. it was the first time i saw them with their new singer, cory from witchtomb. he didn't sound bad, but i preferred ed, johnny, and charlie singing more. as usual, i sang "group pressure" for them at the end of their set. kilslug were next and turmoil started before the set did with john kozik announcing that he was quitting the band after the show. i played 2nd guitar for "warlocks, witches, and demons","march of the skeletons", and "crying in the church", and walked off the stage and watched the rest of the set. finally, the fucking mentors came on. i let sickie borrow my marshall amp (which he fucking loved!!). the new singer wasn't El Rapo, but some guy named mad dog marc or something like that. he fit the look, he was a huge fat slob, and sounded just like Duce. he was taking applications for new names before the show, to which i suggested "El Dumptruck" and "El Dumpster". they opened with "when you're horny you're horny" and ruled the whole night. i had a great time at the show which rarely happens anymore without ridiculous amounts of drinking (which i kept to a minimum). i was upset they didn't do "sex slave". pope heathen scum was staring down my wife the whole show and being totally creepy. he was hitting on her after the show as well, until sickie said "so i see you've met my friends seth's wife julie,.." which afterwards he stopped hounding her. she thought he was a nice enough guy, but was grateful someone stepped in and saved her from the awkward obviously coming up "thanks, but no thanks". our star struck friend fred didn't help matters by saying "take her" and telling Julie "that's dr. heathen scum from the mentors, what are you waiting for?" with an ear to ear grin. after the show was over, i walked out with a ton of merchandise, and we got awesome pizza at steve's pizza (that place i might have mentioned that in the 80's i saw a guy mopping the floor, then with the same mop, mopped the pizza oven, i've been a loyal customer ever since). so, this fucking midget, bigmouthed, retard named "deathrasher" (ooooh, scary) who i've known for at least 22 years wrote this thing about me on his gay my space page saying to boycott me because of a couple of immature reasons that happened over 20 years ago, as well as a lie (saying i charged a cable movie at bob from ptl klub's house), and saying i was an asshole because i walked out during psalm 7's set. which by the way, i dragged my wife into to see as soon as they went on, then i had to drag her outside to hang out with sickie, who i haven't seen in a year and a half. he's such a fucking big mouth, he doesn't even get his facts straight before he runs his fucking mouth. then he said something about ripping someone off on an AxCx. shirt until "big mike" (who i have no idea who he is) said something to me (which i don't know what the fuck he is talking about, and i didn't even see his midget ass at the show, he probably just got horrible drunken 3rd rate stories from some loser friend of his with the iq of a gothic slam fan.). i don't usually waste my time with internet arguments, but this kind of bullshit from some gay homosexual faggot who always kisses my ass whenever he sees me is totally uncalled for. I'm glad i spilled milk on your rental car, and said annoying things on your tape player while you were trying to tape post mortem at the show at Brandeis in February, 1986., i could say all kinds of stupid shit about your past problems you've had but you aren't worth it, you little herve villachaize sized, rotten toothed, hillbilly looking, cognitively impaired, maturity level of a fetal alcohol syndrome fetus, troll looking, bird tickling, back stabbing, ass kissing, brown nosed, deadbeat dad, childish wanna be important, total fucking hank. yes, i'm stooping to your level, which is really fucking hard since you're so fucking short. Back to Top
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