Embarrassing

It was a very long day. Let me start off by saying that I fucking hate you Shaun Suisham. I hope you commit suicide this week. We left for Sevendust in Jacksonville around 12:30. My father is too proud to let me drive and he did about 3-5 mph over the speed limit at best both ways and whenever his radar went off 3-5 under for 20 minutes. It took us 3 and a half hours each way to get there. We stopped at a gas station and I picked up some hot dogs in Jacksonville so I didn't have to eat there and he got Bugles. We got to the venue and ran into Metal Mike & Lajon almost instantly. My father started right into his annoyingness and started asking everybody to get Morgan off of the bus even though he was sleeping. So my father decided we had to go eat dinner even though I wasn't remotely hungry so I sat in an Italian restaurant and watched him eat. He was throwing a temper tantrum pretty much all night long that Morgan wouldn't answer his constant calls or texts and was butthurt when Lajon went on about what a sweetheart Kady was. So we got back from eating and sat in his car for half an hour listening to Opeth as he bitched and moaned about the band. We got back and met a guy who was in a band with Lajon's father and was his music teacher since he was 6. He was a nice old guy and Lajon came to greet him and take him backstage and my father threw a straight up shit fit at why he wasn't being treated as equally as important. I wanted to crawl under a rock. We ran into Morgan a few minutes later and he was nice enough but you could tell he didn't want to be bothered with my father so he told him he had to go have a meeting with the band at a restaurant across the street. My father tried inviting himself and he got shot down, it was nice. We then got in line with the normal people and my father went straight to the front and started trying to be everyone's best friend and doing his normal name dropping of Goatwhore and Devildriver and how awesome his friends in Sevendust are. I stayed about 20 people behind him texting on my phone enjoying the peace. He wore the after show pass like a badge of honor so everyone could be jealous of him in line and he could talk about himself like he's some kind of rock God hero. When he walked away I could hear the people he was in line running his mouth to talking about how the old guy's son has a job working for record labels and gets him backstage for all of these shows and stuff. I didn't even bother discussing it, I just hate how everything is just an opportunity anymore. He knew the lyrics to the popular songs only still which is so funny to watch to this day. When the show ended they wouldn't let us backstage with the passes they gave us which was totally intentional because he couldn't just be cool about it. He started arguing with security and bombing Morgan's phone and yelling at the other band members to let him in. And then he started having a pissy rant at their manager Yoshi who he still calls Yogi or Yoge for short because he thinks people would name themselves after that fag on Miami Ink or something. But you can't tell that asshole anything. So I finally managed to drag him home out of sheer embarrassment a little while later so I didn't have to be seen with him any more tonight.