This is the picture that I took with me to the Manson concert last month, in hopes of giving it to Marilyn directly. Along with the picture was a long letter. I put the envelope in my back pocket and remembered it only when a drunk guy puked on my foot during the closing song, "The Beautiful People".I was determined too get it to him. So, I tossed it to him from the front row. The aim was godawful and landed about 6 inches to the right of me, where some bitch decided to stand on it. I had to fight her to give it back. So I ran outside only to find a couple ambulances, countless cop cars, and four firetrucks. Apparently a couple kids passed out in the mosh pit and got trampled. Then there was some jerk who pulled the fire alarm as a prank. By pure coincidence there was actually a fire so we were evacuated. The cops were there the entire time to 'monitor' the behaviour. I think that they knew Marilyn was hooking us up with drinks. The rest of the sidewalk was crammed with drag queens, goths, and foreign men asking for sex. When I finally ran up to the tour bus one of the sound crew guys informed me that the band had left early due to the small fire. I got home and decided I would mail it to him instead. When I opened the envelope, the picture was stuck to the letter. Apparently I hadn't thought that 3 hours of moshing would turn into buttsweat.