Chase Walsh encounters a badged security agent, at least a whole head taller, and is met with a forced halt. The headlining band is about to begin, and Chase is in no mood for bullshit. The ballot is presented while eye contact remains unbroken. The agent briefly looks downward, to see that Chase is indeed permitted entrance. He backs away, and between a sigh and a gasp, reminds Chase that moshing is not allowed. Chase slowly but assertively marches toward the guards side, and whispers, Lets open this goddamn pit, before storming out of the booth, breezing past the agent and his uptight goons.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 06:32:48 +0000
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