As I nervously approached the first ticket check I held my ticket up and got through into the building. Now, I just had to get through the ticket stubbers. I walked up and handed it to the man and was immediately rejected. I was screwed. All my friends had got in and there was no way to tell them, and I had two dollars to my name. 

How was I going to get back to the car in Hoboken, NJ? How was I going to find my friends after the show?  I began to panic as I stood there in the hallway next to the stubbers, trying to fit in to not be seen by security while I regrouped. There was no way of getting in. Nowhere to go. What the hell was I going to to? 

Then, I was grabbed by a rather large man in a suit who asked me, "What do do you think you're up to boy?" I explained that I dropped my ticket and someone grabbed it, and he stared at me like he could give a shit. He told me, "Tough luck, that's NYC for ya, It's not Kansas."  I was just thinking about what a dick he was being.  He was doing his job, but I stilled paid damn money, I was getting in! 

He asked me what was I doing again. Again, I told him the same bullshit. He didn't believe me and began to walk me down the hall to a set of negatively sloped steps. "Get out of here before I arrest you!" he said. I asked where I should be going, and he directed me to go down the steps, make a right, and walk out the glass doors. It was the rear exit that I recognized from the night before. 

As I rounded the corner, I saw the same door that led to the the same set of steps I exited from the night before from the arena. He did not follow me, but stood at the top of the stairs. Out of sight now, I approached the door leading up to the arena and found that it was cracked open. "This was too good to be true!" I thought. 

I opened it and walked up about five sets of stairs and saw a door with a little window. Through the window I saw people and vendors. It was the hallway outside where the bathrooms and vendors were. I knocked on the door and someone passing by opened it for me and said, "Que pasa, where are you from?" I just thanked him, ran in and found my friends, and had a great-ass time. I could not believe what just happened but just forgot about and started dancin! Whatever. JK is a mad webmaster.

 _{- Brian Leaman}