05-14-2013, 03:42 PM
...and all you come back with is Squinch? :roll: Fine. No more music for this post. I still have one more day to report and that's where all the music really happens.
As it turns out, Squinch is much cheaper than gatorade so RM has made the conversion.
Instead of music, let's talk about what dm does to get into these shows - wrassles with trippers. OK, first off, dm is not supposed to divulge what happens in RM because of HIPPA, so this, along with so many other Dm rants here, is for DOOM EYES ONLY.
There were two restraints where dm could show his stuff. The first, already mentioned, cut into his enjoyment of Joan Jett. He was a young street dread who went by Cos (short for Cosmic Charlie). He was dirty and topless. A old friend from the staff food service came and got dm specifically, and when dm got there security had him pinned in the dirt with their knees on his head. The cops came, along with a lot of looky-loos, and it was right on stage right audience, in front of Joan. One of the old BGP guys, an old friend, jumped in and another RM vol, big Jeff, arrived and the three took over, picked up the ipr and walked/carried him into RM. it wasn't far. He was put in restraint for a while. He was a stream of profanity. Hit him with a cocktail of ativan & bendryl (no haldol available). He came down nicely and when he managed to urinate in the porta potty with only a little assistance, it was time to get rid of him. He was baseline schizophrenic, but there wasn't anything more we could do for him but give him some tripper clothes, a medical shirt from some other company and an ill-fitting jacket.
The other one was a belligerent drunk. Dm was called out of dinner (fortunately he had just finished) to find total chaos in the space tent. One half restrained woman and another screeching female friend. Dm wanted to digest his dinner and not think too hard, so he immediately pinned down the restraint and told the whitebirder (who seemed slightly put off saying 'i was just about to do that' to which dm replied 'too late') to remove the other gal as she was exacerbating the situation. the restrianee was a fighter and another whitebirder kept talking to her, so she kept fighting. dm told him to shut up. dm loves those whitebirders, but they can be a little too soft sometimes and this called for tough love. Turned out she was just going thru a divorce and a boob job, and when mixed with alcohol, such was the result. She was very sexual (boob job side effect) and took off her panties a few times, saying 'pinch me, bite me, spank me, cock me'. She got a shot too and when she was swabbed just prior, she shouted 'who's licking my ass? i need someone to lick my ass!' She eventually calmed down and released to friends.
Next time - day 3: Alabama Shakes & Black Keys. 8)
As it turns out, Squinch is much cheaper than gatorade so RM has made the conversion.
Instead of music, let's talk about what dm does to get into these shows - wrassles with trippers. OK, first off, dm is not supposed to divulge what happens in RM because of HIPPA, so this, along with so many other Dm rants here, is for DOOM EYES ONLY.
There were two restraints where dm could show his stuff. The first, already mentioned, cut into his enjoyment of Joan Jett. He was a young street dread who went by Cos (short for Cosmic Charlie). He was dirty and topless. A old friend from the staff food service came and got dm specifically, and when dm got there security had him pinned in the dirt with their knees on his head. The cops came, along with a lot of looky-loos, and it was right on stage right audience, in front of Joan. One of the old BGP guys, an old friend, jumped in and another RM vol, big Jeff, arrived and the three took over, picked up the ipr and walked/carried him into RM. it wasn't far. He was put in restraint for a while. He was a stream of profanity. Hit him with a cocktail of ativan & bendryl (no haldol available). He came down nicely and when he managed to urinate in the porta potty with only a little assistance, it was time to get rid of him. He was baseline schizophrenic, but there wasn't anything more we could do for him but give him some tripper clothes, a medical shirt from some other company and an ill-fitting jacket.
The other one was a belligerent drunk. Dm was called out of dinner (fortunately he had just finished) to find total chaos in the space tent. One half restrained woman and another screeching female friend. Dm wanted to digest his dinner and not think too hard, so he immediately pinned down the restraint and told the whitebirder (who seemed slightly put off saying 'i was just about to do that' to which dm replied 'too late') to remove the other gal as she was exacerbating the situation. the restrianee was a fighter and another whitebirder kept talking to her, so she kept fighting. dm told him to shut up. dm loves those whitebirders, but they can be a little too soft sometimes and this called for tough love. Turned out she was just going thru a divorce and a boob job, and when mixed with alcohol, such was the result. She was very sexual (boob job side effect) and took off her panties a few times, saying 'pinch me, bite me, spank me, cock me'. She got a shot too and when she was swabbed just prior, she shouted 'who's licking my ass? i need someone to lick my ass!' She eventually calmed down and released to friends.
Next time - day 3: Alabama Shakes & Black Keys. 8)
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