doubting those benefits

In the scuzzy bathroom at PNC bank theater, where the Blink 182 comeback concert took place, a 38 (benefit of the doubt) year old woman was decked out in attempts to look young: she knocked down the unemployment rate with the amount of jobs her body's undergone. She was ranting, she was shitfaced, she was a spectacle and she said to my innocently stoned friend, "YOU MARRAY SUMWON WHO TAKES CAREOF YA HUNNAY," and proceeded to grab onto my friends natural blonde locks as a reassuring gesture, at which point I had to interject: "Please, woman, do not manhandle my friends hair.. she grew it all by herself." This was a sad time sandwiched by the most epic concert of my life. Usually that's where sad times most often find themselves, amidst happy ones, I mean. They are much more recognizable this way. Thank you, faux-young woman, for giving us sick advice at that Blink 182 concert... Who knew, ten years later I wouldn't listen.