Title: every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals who he is. Source:
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While at Woodstock 94 working security, we were called in early because the bands started early.
When we got there, this guy down front had his girlfriend on his shoulders. They were telling him to get her down one he would not do it.
There were these two old hippies there that were at the first Woodstock. I told them, "Spread out! I'm coming in!" I jumped into the crowd.
Someone reached out and grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her off the guy.
I circled around in the crowd and the guy was running for the mash pit. I grabbed him by the wrist before he got in there. I reeled him in and threw him up against the barricade. I put Mt hand under his behind and the guys grabbed him. Then they pulled me out.
Someone threw a wad of muddy straw and hit me in the face. There was a black guy there hosing down the crowd. I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and washed my face off.
I saw him again at Lollapalooza in Des Moines. He was on the crew cart. When he saw me, he stopped the cart, jumped off and ran over to give me a big hug. "Tex, How ya doing?" He remembered me. ;)
While at Woodstock 94 working security, we were called in early because the bands started early.
When we got there, this guy down front had his girlfriend on his shoulders. They were telling him to get her down one he would not do it.
There were these two old hippies there that were at the first Woodstock. I told them, "Spread out! I'm coming in!" I jumped into the crowd.
Someone reached out and grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her off the guy.
I circled around in the crowd and the guy was running for the mosh pit. I grabbed him by the wrist before he got in there. I reeled him in and threw him up against the barricade. I put my hand under his behind and the guys grabbed him. Then they pulled me out.
Someone threw a wad of muddy straw and hit me in the face. There was a black guy there hosing down the crowd. I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and washed my face off.
I saw him again at Lollapalooza in Des Moines. He was on the crew cart. When he saw me, he stopped the cart, jumped off and ran over to give me a big hug. "Tex, How ya doing?" He remembered me. ;)