JonBingus

Jay-Z has come to town, and it's a big fucking deal. He's sold out this massive stadium in the park, and there are like 400,000 people waiting in line. At the rear of the stadium is the hood entrance, a spot where all the local gangsters line up and are let in based on how hard they are, and how good at fighting. There are some weird dudes in line that must be superheroes ar something cause one is in a big moth costume and the other guy is filthy frank. I was in the gangster line, and was with the moth guy, right when they were about to stop calling names. I got to the front of the line, and they called the guy directly behind me. Fuck that noise. I start leaving and they're done calling, when they suddenly say my name. I've been called on as security, to defend the one entrance to the building from all of these hoodlums. I stand in the door and everyone asks me if I'm cheesed for not getting picked, but I say that 'I was picked to protect Jay-Z from all you boys' abd I had the highest honor. I left on a motorcycle given to me for this role. I was hanging out with some random girl and talking to her about how much I've lost my memory (which was because I was in a dream, dammit) and then realized I was late for the end of the concert where I had to go give the bike back and meet Jay-Z to get my thanks. I spent like 10 minutes trying on different clothes so I would look like a neon gangster but I was too late so I just left.