Jugalinko, Softcoremike, Cold1, DJ Leasure, WiqidCarl, and myself all jetted out of S.L.O. about 12:30 and much fun was had by all with hilarious consequences. We rolled into Ventura and hunted us down a hotel room about two blocks away from the venue. Immediately, I went to work on fulfilling my first mission objective- Get Alcohol. Cold1, DJLeez, Carl, and I walked down to a liquor and found the most rapid thing to help us get our heads on straight: MD 20/20. Yes the Mad Dog. I also grabbed a shitload of Icehouse tallboys and we returned to our room to do irrepairable damage to our livers. DJ slammed his MD no jolk; and I was next in line to finish with Carl and Cold1 close behind. So we're getting fuct'd up (jugalinko and softcore are drinking cocktails and hitting the chrondiggity) and jugalinko realizes that we need to get a camera so we cruise back down to the liquor store and you wouldn't believe what happened. One of the ICP buses was just chillin in front of the Holiday Inn next to the Best Western we were staying at. And who else but Ry Ry himself was keeping the sidewalk clear from hounddogs. Jugalinko and Ry Ry chatted very briefly and we were back on our way to the store to get a camera. Fastforward: after excessive drinking on all our parts, we slapped on the make-up and headed out to the V Theature. In hind sight the ridiculous ammount of alcohol that was consummed was probably a bad idea...especially for 2 members of our crew. The venue was cool...way better than the Sun theatre, but not as cozy as the Key Club. WiqidC got some harrasment at the door because he had a jack jeckel zippo and had to ditch it. We got word that they weren't letting chains in either so Jugalinko and I had to stuff our hatchetman charms in my sock. After we got in and got aclimated to the enviroment...we headed straight to the bar. More profuse drinking was done. We met up with Clown E (Clown E must think I'm a fucking weirdo because I kept offering to rub my face off on his seeing as how he was make-upless) and bullshitted while the first two bands went on. MISTAKE #1 for our crew. I ordered a Tanqueray and Tonic from the bar and slammed it down. I then ordered another T&T and subsequently headbutted Carl on his chest afterwhich he shoved me to the ground; spilling my drink which was halfway done. I then ran up to the bar again and got a Long Island Iced Tea. Bad idea. ICP went on stage right after I got the drink and had to slam it down so I could muscle my way into the pit. After about the second song I got knocked fairly hard by someone and it was all over for me. I fell down, got picked up and just fell over again. This happened 7-8 times and I tried in vain just to make my way to the back of the theatre. I fell down again on the way there and Security rushed up and dragged my ass outside. They let me go and I tried to walk again and I just fell against one of the Bizaar Bizzar buses. Someone gave me a bottle of water and I just sat there marinating within my own stupidity. After about 15 minutes I pulled my head together and cruised on back to the hotel and decided to pass out until everyone got back. I know if I had just made it to the couch in the back, and had sat down for a while I would have been fine and could have enjoyed the show from a distance, but it wasn't meant to be. MISTAKE #2 within our crew: "Everyone" finally got back to our hotel room and some other Juggalos showed up -Missy (who by the way is cool as fuck), and Missy's Mom, SoCalJuggalette (Melody?), Evil Twin, Pete Rock, their girls, some dudes from fresno and another girl. I think that was it, but I'm not sure...anyway WCarl and I were the first to realize that Cold1 wasn't anywhere to be seen. We had both thought he was in the bathroom, but realized that the bathroom was unoccupied and he wasn't there. A lot of us walked around the park and around the venue and all over seeing if he had just passed out or what. Before Carl and I went out to look for him, the two juggalos from Fresno said something to the effect that, "Oh there was this guy who got the shit beaten out of him and he was lying in a puddle of his own blood...and the cops showed up and he kept yelling 'I'm not resisting arrest.'" We forfeited our search and just headed back to our rooms. Later on through the night we got a call from the hospital and we were told, again, something to the effect, "Sean (Cold1) is here and he's getting bandaged up and he just wants you to know that he's okay and not to leave without him...Oh, but he's going to jail." So, in the morning WCarl, DJ and I cruised out to the jail to start the process of bailing him out while Jugalinko and Softcoremike went back to S.L.O. As of right now, our homie is in the county blues and should be getting out soon. We all don't know what happened, but if you saw some bloody fucked up dude at the show, email softcoremike and give your take on what you saw. Besides the two Mistakes, it was overall a good night...naw fuck that it was a awesome night because although I didn't get to see it myself, ICP rocked the fucking crowd. Mad Love Juggalos. Peace. and P.S. Clown-E don't think I'm a weirdo. J4E~