So earler this week, I was at the mall to pick up a few shirts. I strolled into F.Y.E. at some point and was perusing the selection of Exodus albums when these scene kids walked by (four or five of them) through the metal section acting like their taste wasn't as shitty as it was-pointing out Megadeth and Slayer, trying to make sure that I heard them (they were trying to act as non-scene as possible-I guess they thought I would get on their cases). However, I didn't give a shit until this happened...
*scene girl from the aforementioned group* (to me) - "Hey, I like your vest"
*me* - "Oh, yeah. Thanks."
*scene girl* - "Do you like Job For A Cowboy?"
*me* - "Honestly, no."
*scene girl* "Aww, I like them." (noticing my headphones) - "What are you listening to?"
*me* - "Darkthrone."
*scene girl* - "Who are they?"
*me* - They're a black metal band from Europe.
*scene girl* - "Ooh! I heard a black metal band last week! Ever heard Cradle Of Filth?"
Now, ordinarily I would have turned and left. However, this is not the first time I have heard a similar mistake uttered by an unwitting scenester. Now, I am not huge on black metal - I like maybe a dozen black metal bands all around - but this was UNFORGIVABLE. Suddenly, corpse paint began to ooze from the pores on my face, a baseball bat full of industrial nails manifested in my hand, I let out a rasping screech and proceeded to remove the face from her skull, satisfying my Transilvanian Hunger with Vlad Tepes music playing in the background.
has a girl in his bed. pot in his pipe and family guy on the tube. i like life