College has been pretty wacky-tacky so far and I will say one of the more interesting experiences so far was the Waka Flocka concert a few weeks back. The air was palpable with the smell of intoxication, as I stood uncomfortably amongst dozens of fellow spectators in what felt like being trapped inside of a sardine can. After being blasted for 3 hours with what seemed like a mixture of bass-boosted Death Metal lyrics, permeated with the sounds of a heroine-infused Michael Bay movie, my legs had begun to get weak. I was beginning to grow tired of the sweaty, excited concert goers that seemed to never run out of energy, and I began to have thoughts of leaving the human petri dish in order to get some water and to sit down. Speaking of water, I had none, since the rather rude individuals running the operation would not let me bring my water bottle in, and I was trapped in the depths of the crowd. To make matters worse, some particularly questionable individuals, who were standing 15 feet away from me, proceeded to make a mosh pit, and push each other into the crowd. As one can suspect, testosterone and intoxication do not mix well, and soon a fistfight broke out, and at one point, someone was thrown into the crowd, knocking over half a dozen people. Fearing that I too would be victimized imminently, I prepared my last words to my family and friends. To my great surprise however, a small gap then opened in the crowd, and my friends and I were able to escape. Now standing outside of the crowd, I collapsed and was finally able to grab a breath that didn't feel saturated with "the devil's lettuce". At this point Waka Flocka entered the stage, and the crowd went ballistic. After listening to a few of his songs, my friends and I decided that we'd had enough fun for the night, and we left. As I left the minidome, I came to the frightening realization that the concert had actually temporarily deafened me, and I began to wonder if it was too late to sign up for a sign language course. The concert was so loud in fact, that I could actually hear the vibrations from the speakers on the outer walls of the minidome. The night concluded with my friends and I going to the best fast food restaurant on earth AKA Pal's, and my hearing thankfully returned around 40 minutes later. My overarching conclusion is this: Am I glad I went? Yes. Am I glad I spent $25? Absolutely not. Would I bring military-grade hearing protection next time? Yes. Was it worth the partially deafness to watch one of the openers ride around on a tricycle while spitting some straight fire on the mic? Absolutely. 9.5/10 Totally Werf.
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