In a crowded place in San Antonio's Southside, Mission County Park hosted The Misfits on November 7, 2013. It was a full house, a crazy ghoul show, horror punk came home to the Alamo City. I was at the front when the barricade came down, which was really flimsy. The people who brought the show together totally forgot about the safety of people. As the barricade went down, many people went forward into the barricade. I went back to escape the CHAOS as I went from one chaos scene to another. In order to cut through the crowds, I had to go through the Mosh-Pit, or was know them as circle pits. It takes a lot to piss me off and when you see me in action at a show, I might become a different person. The situation I am talking about is the Mosh-Pit itself, our rite of passage as PUNK RAWKERS. There was on ASSHOLE who was throwing everybody into the hard concrete floor, as if on purpose. I saw young people and women being taken advantage by this one cowardly dude. He was not a man, but a simple coward who picked on the weak. The Mosh-Pit is all about Survival of the Fittest. I am not small, but I am no longer in my prime. This dude smashes into me, pushes me around, I push back, he does not like my body language. He slams harder, he starts punching at my face. I defend myself, and hang in there. To avoid a fight in the Mosh-Pit, I used my tactics that I've learned from years. I wanted to draw him out of the Mosh-Pit. He knew I was not going down, and I had humiliated him as I knocked him down like a BITCH in the pit. I then exited the Mosh-Pit, and he followed me. I wanted him to follow me to the open. He did follow me, as we fought throughout the crowd exchanging punches. Still, I was in self-defense mode. This is the same ASSHOLE I've been seeing at the D.R.I. show doing the same thing to people. I waited it out, went back to see if he was still around. He had taken off his blue hoody, and now he was shirtless. He had gone to buy a beer or a drink, and that's when I confronted him of being a PUSSY and an ASSHOLE. He didn't want to fight me anymore cause there was about 6 police officers or security guards watching the whole thing now. They did not arrest me but they were hawking me, and from what I heard, they did not allow him to buy alcohol. My friends were trying to break it up, or calm me down, but I had no time to explain the story of what happened in the Mosh-Pit. Maybe one day when they read this, they will understand, and reason with me that I will not tolerate ASSHOLES who punch people in the face and take advantage of women by pushing them down into the concrete. I said, "Enough is Enough!" and refused to be his punching bag in the Mosh-Pit. I want to apologize if I offended people or groups since I was wearing my Texas Oi! t-shirt. I asked everybody to stay back, that I didn't want them to get involved to show we're not a gang. I wanted it to be One on One, that way not to give anybody a bad name. We still kicked it, hanged around, had some good times, but sometimes when things happen like this at a show like The Misfits, it surprises me that there's always ASSHOLES out there. I did have a small scratch over my eyebrow, and a big headache the next day from the head butts.
The Misfits Live in San Antonio!
Randy Wilson, Ryan Oehler, John Pacheco, Michael Abate, and Ismael at the Misfits Show.
Texas Oi! pride!
Mark Anthony and Nugget! Hell Yeah!
The Last of us as we stayed till the end at the Misfits show.
Somos Chingos en el Southside!
A sign of the times, the cellphone in the way!
Mission County Park, a new Southside venue!
The Misfits t-shirt this wonderful guy who let me take a pic of it.
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