Imagine.

Imagine:

You're at a concert. At a relatively nice place. On a Sunday. And it took all you had to even entertain the idea of going, much less to actually get up, get dressed, and go.

And then your best friend acts like this:

Now, also imagine:

That door was locked. A great big brute biker chick was on the other side droppin' a big stinkin' load. Your best friend acts like this, blows her knee out, and lands on her face. The big brute biker chick comes out mad as 10 motherfuckers. And is fixin' to beat her ass.

And there you stand.

And you have to take that ass whoopin' because your best friend is injured. And you have to pack her bummed up ass back through the crowd to get help to get her to the truck. And the homie that's there with y'all refuses to help, because he's holding all the beer, and trying keep a random creepy concrete guy from Wisconsin occupied and away from you.

And then....you miss the best two songs by Candlebox.

Just imagine.

Thank God the door was unlocked, right?