the 2nd of may was the day that I got to be with a couple of good friends and my cousin and traveled many of distance to a great village known as detroit to partake in the musical insperations of devildriver. All was great, all was fun. The guitars grinding, the heart pounding to the beat of the drums. The screams, growls, and feedback of the vox where the only words you can make out is fuck. Death was all around me no, bad times man. Cool Cats wherever you walk. Head banging mongruls, mosh pitting creatures. The show ended, the car, that faithful cutlass of mine was broken into. Took my cds, my cup holder... my car lighter gone?!?! Seriously, you are going to take my car lighter? All that was taken from me was meaningless, expendable. No biggie. But cousin, he took the biggest lost. I felt really bad about it. I know nothing can be done, shit happens, but that one little ounce of the moment thot that enters my being of how this could have been prevented. Oh well. I ignored my gut and again paid for it.