Speedstreet

If you're from the Charlotte area, you know about the Speedstreet Festival. You know the rows upon rows of overpriced piles of delicious and heart attack inducing munchies, the great free concerts, the funny drunk people, and the belle of the ball: The drunk redneck fight. There's nothing more exhilarating than standing shoulder to shoulder with a couple hundred strangers and hearing "don't say that about my momma damn it!" and then having an episode of Jerry Springer, without the security guards, go down right in front of your face. Fortunately, I'm a big ol' boy and was able to weather the flying fists and expletives assaulting me inadvertently from all angles. While the fights are great, I'd have to say the most uplifting part of the entire experience happens on the train ride back. Every year on the ride back to the train station in Pineville, the people inside the train band together to keep others off the train and avoid overly crowded seating arrangements; a testament to the ability to band together in spite of your fellow man. God bless us, everyone.

Anyways, I'm keeping this post short. I've actually got work to do now.

Good luck speedstreeting for those that are going. For those at aren't, brave the wife-beaters and possible hepatitis. It's totally worth it.