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So I went to my first First Strike show at Ralph's the other night...(redundant, eh.) True to form, it was utterly ridiculous. They took the stage and Earl was completely hammered.(Surprised?) The rest of the band seemed jacked up to play but it took a while for them to get set. Finally they began their interlude and Earl began reading the words off of the back projection like a teleprompter. This came with much difficulty as he was not only BLIND, STINKING DRUNK, but also standing in front of the projector. The music began and screaming insued. The guy could barely even stand. This was some amazing rock star shit... I couldn't stop laughing, and neither could the 3 friends that I brought with me who had never even heard of First Strike. Well, light bulbs were being broken and Microphones were smashed. Someone from the crowd handed Earl a PBR and he began to sip on it. Then without warning, he leaned over and puked on stage. Holy Rock Star, Batman! This guy is amazing. He then went to the mic, belched into it, and said, "Come on, y'all knew it was gonna happen." Damn, these guys were my new heroes. It then dawned on me that a good friend who had filled me in on all the hilarity of First Strike was not at the show. Surely he had to hear all about this. So I went to the back of the bar and dialed his number. Suddenly, about two feet from me an explosion of broken glass nearly made me drop the phone. "I see you on your cellphone, MotherF***er!" rang out a highly reverbed but slurred voice. I realized that Earl had lobbed a beer bottle at me from the stage. Drunk as he was, he managed to hurl a beer bottle over a crowd, but lower than the ceiling and still clear about 70 feet to get even near me. Holy Crap! Shortly after that the decision was made to stop the show, and the band angrily, yet quickly, left the stage. Barely 3 songs into it and my first First Strike experience had come to an end. ROCK!