Then all of a sudden the lights go out and "World Painted in Blood" comes on. I couldn't contain myself and I was instantly up front getting wild and making a pit. As I'm having one of the best times ever just straight beasting in the snowy, wet-shoe, beer-flying everywhere, drenched floor. BAMM! On the floor... what the fuck man. My shoulder just popped out. I chilled for a minute and then said "Fuck it". I'm back in the pit. Then BAMM! Again, shoulder popped out. So then I sat out a few minutes but I couldn't stop. This was a goal of mine, to wild out and get kicked out. So in the pit I went again. I lasted a few more minutes and what the fuck! Slipped again and shoulder was out again for the third time in about an hour. Needless to say by that point, I was in pain. Well maybe it's time to get another drink at the bar and sit this one out I thought. Ok, drinks done but I have to jump off the stage and get kicked out.
I went up to the second deck, searching for the way on stage. I think I found it. I see the door, along with two big ass security guards. Great! I'm thinking "should I do it? Should I just rush right through them?" Hoping I get in the door with one arm at this point and in tremendous pain. Ugh I decided not too. Maybe the shoulder popping out three times was a sign to just relax. So that's what I did. It was worth it, even though it sucked at work for at least a week and now I popped out the shoulder again riding the Animal warehouse the other day. What are you going to do? Slayer made me do it...
