This is a true account of the dirtiest I've been in recent memory.
The story all starts off when I got home from work on Tuesday and got a call from Jesse Fortune to see if I wanted to go see a concert in Halifax the next day. I did, so I phoned the box-office and took a shower. By this time it 2:30 p.m.
and I went to my friends Justin Clow's house with a change of clothes and a sleeping bag.
There I waited until 9:00 p.m., when another friend of mine Mike Rochon picked us up to go to Jesse's. All three of us got to Jesse's and stayed up until 1:30 a.m. then went to what was not so much a bed but a mattress and an itchy blanket.
The next mourning after being woken up at 7:00 a.m. and on the road no more then five minutes later myself, Justin, Jesse, Mike, Jesse's Dad's girlfriend, and Jesse's aunt set off in a truck for Halifax.
We arrived in Halifax around 11:30 a.m. where the four of us ate and waited in line for tickets. Finally, we got in the concert around 1:00 p.m. and stayed until 12:30 a.m.when the concert finished.
After the concert the four of us decided to get some food. Not thinking about the thirty thousand other people in the concert also wanting to get food we had to walk for what must have been an hour. By this time I was so hungry it hurt to stand up straight so the Subway we found was a blessing. After eating we called a taxi and went back to where we were staying in Dartmouth.
We arrived back to Jesse's Dad's girlfriend house around 3:00 a.m. and