Speechless

You know how we always say how THAT was THE show? A show of a lifetime, THE best show yet, etc. Tonight, was THE show. Not just another Dub show at Tropics, but THE. SHOW. I'm speechless in a way & all I could do was smile the whole ride home when we took a break from yelling some CHEEEEEHOOOOOOOOS!!!!!! Hahaha.

I hustled ass tonight hoping to get out of work early & we did. Got out about 9:30pm & Mason texted me asking if I wanted to go to the Dub show at Tropics. I was broke so I said nah. Mason ended up spotting me. More than thankful for that, because if he wasn't down to drop 10 bucks for me, I wouldn't be here at 3:15 in the morning writing this. Only Mason & I ended up going. When we got there, we saw a huge circle of some of the Dub guys & friends having some pre-meditation. Alex & Rookie were there, too. It was great to see those guys man. Heading up stairs, we see Struba! Guarantee the vibes were there tonight for sure. Mason, buying his first beer at Tropics. Haha, he was pretty stoked.

I'm not gonna go into how the show was, for there are no words to express it. Except the word "fun." Other Dub shows at Tropics were sick, filled with good vibes. But this show in particular?! This show was all of that AND fun. The whole crowd was random & hilarious. No beer spilling, bumping, & shoving. EVERYONE was out to have a good, clean night for sure. Guys talking to Mason, saying, "If you're good at surfing yell surfing sucks!!!" Just random shit! To the left, this guy was just trying to grind on this chick & it was so hilarious. Everyone was just friendly & feeling it. Like Mason said, "There was no holding back tonight." I can't explain it, man. Beats the very first time I saw Dub. Beats any other show I attended there. I'm just going to leave it at that...

After the show, we chilled outside on the bench with everyone. We met this white couple. I don't know where they came from, but I guess they were meant to be there. This guy, your typical white guy in the army, skull tats, baggy torn & faded jeans, Iron Maiden shirt, you name it. He ended up talking to me about what he does for a living. He joined the army when he was 18. He's stationed here at Fort Shafter, & he said him & his wife just sit at that bench outside Tropics for six hours, playing drums & smoking weed. He said that's life! He's telling me how they can chill there, vibe off the music, & no cops will come there, being they just smoke the load of weed. He was telling me that if there were more people there to tell him NOT to join the army when he was 18, he wouldn't have. He's a medic in the army & you think he wouldn't see some crazy shit. But he made me realize that he's a MEDIC. He's the very one who sees all the fucked up shit. Think about it. He told me he's been in Hawaii for a year now & he's had a 12 pack every night so far. It's his only escape he said. He was telling me how he's been to the Afghanistan & the Iraq fights, & he has killed people. He's telling me how he wish he knew what it would be like before he joined. "There's a line that should not be crossed & that's killing people." He said there's no turning back, there's no erasing that from your mind. He said, you can go to a bar & if someone wants to start a fight with you, of course you're going to fight back & defend yourself, right. But he said there's always that little part in the back of your mind, making you think how to KILL this guy. He said it corrupts your whole thinking. That is some crazy shit, man.

What a night.