I remember a few years back I was at the Bauhaus show with a couple of friends, when this dude in front of us whipped out a cell phone and started blabbing right as "Bella Lugosi's Dead" began. My friend, who is a good dood but sometimes possessed of poor judgement, took out a knife and stabbed him. The blood droplets were still suspended in air, glistening in the glare of the stage lighting, when the staph appeared out of nowhere, and escorted my friend briskly to the door, leaving me with no choice but to watch the rest of the show with his HOT goth-chick date.
