::: Strange Days :::

So I wasn't quite sure if I was going to blog about this... but I HAD too!!! To be honest I don't have too many things in my life that happen that totally catch me off guard... That literally shock the living shit out of me.... Well... Apparently in Corona, California my luck changed. I went with my friend to go see her boyfriends band play.. in Corona... little did I know that it's literally the armpit of Southern California. The show was a benefit show for the SPANISH drummer of Nekromantix who recently died in a drunk driving accident.



So we walk in and there is a freaking kid my cousins age in the bar (9)... I seriously thought I was Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama.... (If you haven't seen the movie you wont get it) I was like " Why are there kids in the bar?" (since there wasn't just one there was actually 5 of them... all ages below 17). So come to find out they are the first band... A Family band... I am thinking we are having the fucking Osmond family play, No no no... Far from it, they get on stage and I am looking at them... They are all wearing matching grey dickies and either chucks of combat boots with white laces and one kid with red laces. Then I see the red suspenders hanging down... Toto we are not in Kansas anymore... It was a SkinHead family band. SKINHEAD... I live in South Orange County... I haven't ever seen a skinhead... I know of them and where they hang out but haven't ever seen them walking around. The only reason I even know that they were skinheads was from watching American History X, The Believer, and a few other MSNBC Documentaries (which we will get into more detail in a second.) I was thinking in my head " what the fuck should I do? Do I leave? I don't get it! This is for a Spanish guy and we have the freaking KKK singing!" The part that pissed me off was that these kids were so influenced by their Dad. At that age (9,12,14,15,16) Do you even know what "labeling" yourself as something really means??

So I did what I thought was the best at the time... Go to the bathroom... That is when I saw HIM!!!

HELLS BELLS!! Our eyes met and all the sudden I felt a mixture of pure terror and an interest that was overcome pretty much by an obsession... He was COVERED in tattoos!!! I mean... COVERED!! He had FACE tattoos... His eyebrows were SHAVED off and replaced with "Lost Hope" tattooed on them... He had a heart next to his eye. His head was shaved and his whole skull was tattooed... Neck everything.... He looked SCARY!

Okay lets rewind a little bit. I am not sure if I have mentioned my obsession with prison life/ murders/ criminal minds etc... But I can watch 60 minutes, To catch a predator, 20/20, but my FAVORITE of all time is MSNBC Lock Up... Its pretty much amazing... Its a reality show/ documentary about the life in prison, prison gangs, death row etc etc... So when I saw this guy he was like a celebrity on my favorite TV show....

Well of course the second I saw him I knew what I had to do... GET A PICTURE!!! I was ssoo scared to ask him... This other girl was like " Well when are you going to ask him?" I was like " ummm when I get over the fact that I might get stabbed..."
SO then I spy him with just a wife beater on... OKAY its official... Brook if you don't do this no one will EVER believe you! SO I did what I thought was best... Go to the bathroom come back and then order a drink right next to him...


So we walk out ,order a drink right next to him and play stupid as if we hadn't been trying to get the nerve to ask him for a picture for the last 2 hours... He told us that him and his friend were eyeing us and thought we were pretty but needed to smile more because we looked really intimidating... HA coming from Mr.Prison Tatts... (We were the whitest people in the bar... I think that might have had something to do with it as far as intimidating... didn't you know I am LOCO???) Well pretty much I knew after that comment it was going to be easy as PIE!! All I did was laugh and say "I want to take your picture" ( I don't ask... I pretty much demand... There was no option I was getting this fucking picture!) So he asks me " You want the whole deal?" being a little drunk I said "YEAH!" without even taking into consideration what that might include... He took both his shirts off... WHOA I am a little tipsy but I am feeling a little VIOLATED! I didn't even look just posed for the camera...



Here he is in all his glory!! Once I actually looked at the pic did I realize the only thing that wasn't tattooed was his nipples... and the only hair he had was his soul patch... WOW... Seriously I am framing this picture... When they say a picture is worth a thousand words they were not kidding!!

The sad part was... I wasn't even really scared of him... I figured he would probably be nice to two girls. He was nice, actually super nice. He asked if we had boyfriends and we said yes and he was a gentleman... Didn't say anything other then the first comment and I asked him about the Skin head band and he told us they were " Skinheads against prejudice" (which I totally don't quite understand) I felt bad for him... but at the same time ... Face tattoos? I mean I understand if you are serving life in prison because hello... You ain't gettin out brother! It was like he got them thinking he was staying in for life and then didn't get the memo that hes going to have to live in the real world. Granted he was a tattoo artist... Besides that he was really interesting, If I could have talked to him longer I probably would have! Once I actually looked at HIM not everything that was on him he wasn't even bad looking... People who are so different from me always fascinate me. Plus... I think I might have seen him on MSNBC Lock Up : Chino Hills Prison.... To say the least my mom was sort of concerned that I felt so compelled to ask for his picture but once I told her that his eye brows said "Lost Hope" she felt sad for him... I guess any mother would....