StupidCon 2006 or bust(ed)?

[kenny]

It has been a long Saturday. I know that it is Monday but my Saturday is just now winding down. Friday was the typical start to the third annual StupidCon, I made it to the airport – wrecked, and our plane landed in Denver around 3 PM. We unloaded our bags at our gracious guest’s house (thanks Dr. Faustus) and we immediately started to devour booze. The first night as always was a long night, and ended quite uneventfully as the last year did. We drank until alcohol poisoning kicked in, puked, kept drinking and then finally made it back home and passed out around sunrise. Saturday was stepped up a notch, but then somewhere along the line the train derailed.

I come from a long line of abuse, both sexual and physical. And recently my closet friend who has suffered from the same torrid past was reminded of theirs when the beast who viciously wreaked havoc on her beautiful soul was released back on to the streets. I mention this because it has been sitting in the back of my head since his release and I love her so dearly.

We live in a society where drug users do hard time and sex offenders get off light. See they can be rehabilitated, junkies can’t... Well I call bullshit. The prison and judicial system has become a corporation, not a place for justice and/or reform. But a place where they can make money by putting drugs on to the streets, arrest people for selling and using them, collect money from incarcerating them over and over, since most that enter the system fall victim to its brutal cycle and it continues over at an exponential rate, providing continuous revenue, while real criminals walk amongst us. It’s all about the dollars, not justice. Most junkies only hurt themselves (physically). Some find a reason or the strength to leave the hateful life behind, and some just end up dying alone from miscalculation or just being so exhausted from not having the strength to escape that they give in and give up. I have known a lot of good people that have surrendered their soul to this devil, and I have seen the pain that they have caused to those who loved them in their passing. But that pain does not compare to those who have had their lives destroyed by another. See their eyes tell a story of pain, hate and confusion, one that makes your stomach knot and your soul bleed with empathy. It makes you question God, and if he does exist how could he let something happen to someone so beautifully amazing? Is it a test, something to make them only stronger and more courageously incredible? Well if it is, it’s a sick test and this IS a sick world.

Saturday night started off at one bar, where we gathered, ate and saw old friends and then we decided to move to another bar. Once at this bar we had a few more drinks. I smiled and enjoyed the company of friends that I hadn’t seen in sometime and all was going well. I snapped a few pictures here and there, and then some distressing information was brought to my attention. A friend was sexually assaulted by a guy in this bar/club that we were at. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the more girls I talked to, the more complaints I had heard. Then I decided to talk to the guy himself. He was a disturbing individual to lay your eyes upon; his skirt was accompanied by a tragic prince valiant style hair do that added to his sinister demeanor. As I approached him he was swinging his leather paddle around and staring in to a crowd of people. My friend spoke first, asking him about why he choose to assault our friend and he only snickered and denied it, but for some reason I continued to talk to him. The conversation quickly became sickening as he talked with glee about how he has got in to some scuffles with women, but he quickly put them in to submission, so there was no fight. The conversation continued, and my disgust for this atrocious creature grew with every word that his lips uttered. It was only after he spit on me that I walked away, disgusted. The night continued, last call came around and I finished my rum and coke. The club was emptying and as I rounded the corner I saw him, talking to two young women by his vehicle and I could only see one thing, and that was that horrible look that is permanently etched in eyes of victims. There were no words, not this time. I just stepped between him and the ladies that he was talking to and I put his head through the side of his car window and I walked away. That was for his smiles during talk of hurt, and that was for him spitting on me, and lastly it was everyone who he had made feel uncomfortable (or even worse). I did not feel good about doing this; I was not doing it to feel good. I did it to make him remember that there are people out there, people that do not want to be made feel bad, and for each of these people there are people like me. People that will give their lives for those that they care about, people that don’t want to see anyone they love hurt. And while my actions landed me and Jefe in jail (sorry Jefe), and made me look like a monster to the women that witnessed my act (and for that I offer my humble apologize), I can only hope for one thing, and that is in the future when he want’s to feel liberal with his un-wanting prey that he stops for one moment and remembers my face. The face of a lonely monster, one that does not talk much or to many, one that just appears from the darkness and devours his prey and will destroy anyone that hurts whom he loves. And maybe he will wonder, are these friends of that weird fuck, and if he thinks twice I will have achieved the only thing I really wanted to explain to him in words which only fell upon unresponsive ears and a smug grin.

The arresting officers were nice, I did break the one cops balls for having the CHiPs theme song for his cell phone ring, telling him that it was too cliché. One interesting side note is one of the officers recognized the guy that was identifying us; they have had complaints and incidents involving him in the past. But for now those will not be spoken of, there will be plenty of time for that after my trial. All in all it was a great weekend, with great friends. I want to thank all in Denver for their hospitality and I want to thank all of those that anteed up the bail for Jefe and I. I also want to give a sincere apology to two women; Wire and my best friend whom my actions left distraught throughout the night as they worried about us. Truth be told, my only concern was you, your well being and making sure that you made it back safely. I always seem to manage, despite the odds... and I will close with a quote:

“There he goes, One of god's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” - Hunter S. Thompson

As for updates you can check out the small assortment of pictures that were taken in between alcohol poisoning and arrests in this years coverage of StupidCon 2006. These are just my photo’s - I will get Katie’s and Gil’s up later (that’s a reminder for both of you to get me your pictures), since I was a bit detained from making my flight. Also since a few of you expressed how much that you liked the quotes at the bottom of the site I added several more to the database. Have a good day, and excuse me while I take a nap to end a very long Saturday that I thought would never end.

[cold]

Originally Posted by kenny

Also since a few of you expressed how much that you liked the quotes at the bottom of the site I added several more to the database.

To me, it was a given that the quotes were an awesome idea. Glad you guys made it out alive!

[GIJoe]

I came. I saw. I threw whiskey sours on goths and puked all over the street.

[kenny]

Originally Posted by cold

To me, it was a given that the quotes were an awesome idea. Glad you guys made it out alive!

Yeah, I like the quotes... We always manage to make it out alive. One day I am sure my luck will run out, like someone I know said. Either you have a lot of lives or God just forgot about you.

[Katie]

That was such a fun weekend, next year will be off the hook too.

[Teep]

Whoa, interesting story...
though, I'm curious... who called the police?
and why was Jefe arrested?
and did you get a chance to explain to the cops /why/ you did what you did? and did they seem to at least partly understand? (though of course I understand they could never admit to it)

[cold]

Originally Posted by Teep

they seem to at least partly understand? (though of course I understand they could never admit to it)

Yeah.. it's their job to respond to the situation, not be the judge and jury at the same time. Although sometimes you will run into cool ones that understand. But definatly not with assault.

[kenny]

Originally Posted by Teep

Whoa, interesting story...
though, I'm curious... who called the police?
and why was Jefe arrested?
and did you get a chance to explain to the cops /why/ you did what you did? and did they seem to at least partly understand? (though of course I understand they could never admit to it)

The guy I punched through his window called the cops, sure I said what happened but it fell on deaf ears... Cold is right, it's not their job to play jury - just arrest... and the kid (well he's 30 something) is the son of a judge - so I doubt that anything will ever happen to him.

[tommee]

Dude,
I am sorry to hear the story from the source. It sounded funnier when I got a msg on irc from Jefe saying 'stupidcon, dude, I was in jail."

Now that I read it, it sucks that there are people that fuck it up for everyone. Hope the Extra Strength Excedrin® costs him lots of money.

I am sorry I didn't get to see you guys. I really was like Kurt Russell trying to Escape from New York, but it wasn't going to happen. I didn't get to see my Hardcore show on Sunday and I was sick Monday and Tuesday. Probably karma for not supporting my friends.

Anyway, when/if you get stuck in Denver behind the iron again, make sure you get info out for your address. After spending time in LV Detention Resort, I am keen to keep funny mail coming in.

Couch crash with me soon. Peace