I met Graham through my best friend JD. He's funny and smart and a fantastic writer. He also has cerebral palsy, which means he's confined to a motorized wheelchair. Unfortunately, this means that despite the fact that he's practically a human encyclopedia of music, he does not get a lot of girls. (I'd date him in a heartbeat if I swung that way.) He spends a lot of time not just listening to music and writing about it, but going to shows. Graham is well known at the various venues all over The City, and as he is impossible not to like, he's quite friendly with all the security guards, who set up little roped-off areas for those in wheelchairs so they won't get crushed by mosh pits and the like.
Well, he posted a blog about what happened at a show last night.
Some drunk fuck would not leave the wheelchair area, despite being told by a few security guards to move. The guy got in Graham's face, and Graham, being a non-confrontational sort of guy, ignored him. This tactic did not work, and Graham told said drunk fuck to leave him alone. Dude flipped him off, so Graham did the same and went about his business, trying to listen to the band. Guy went away, and Graham was able to enjoy the concert in peace.
Until this piece of shit, halfway through the last song, crept up behind Graham, and punched him in the face. The asshole was immediately taken down by security and a couple of nice guys helped Graham grab his stuff and get the hell out of there. Nothing was broken, thankfully, and Graham's dad - a lawyer - came down and they decided to press charges. To which I say, good. Get him for all he's got.
Now. Let me put this into perspective for you all.
This piece of fucking slimy shit from the bottom of an outhouse is six feet tall and weighs twice what I do.
Graham is five feet tall and weighs 85 pounds.
Takes a real man to punch somebody in a fucking wheelchair from behind, doesn't it?
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