Serg At An Atmosphere Show

So this one time I got drunk at an Atmosphere show and man it didn't go to well. You see my girlfriend, Dj Stef, was going to spin before the show for them. It was at the Fillmore so she was pretty excited and nervous about it. I guess since I'm her boyfriend it was expected that I do all that supportive bullshit that boyfriends are suppose to do but I didn't. Instead I started drinking before she even got home from work. You see I was excited for this show because I was hoping to get in on some pit action during Dibbs' set and push some people around. To make sure I was in the proper mood for knocking kids on their asses I decided to booze it up. So I went to the store and saw a twelve of Pacifico on sale. I swooped that shit up and got to work because I didn't have much time since Stef wanted to go down there right after she got home. So right after she got home and gathered her stuff we left for the show.

We get to the venue and get our backstage passes then head in. Stef gets a little settled and we say hello to folks. Then I see a bucket full of beer and I go for it. I ask Slug if its cool if I have some and he says its alright. Now you see I don't like to hold a bottle in my hand just letting it get warm so I always have to take a drink. This causes me to drink faster than "normal" people. I noticed that I was reaching back in that bucket quite a bit more than the other folks drinking back there so I thought it might be a good idea to find out if more beer was coming because at the rate I was going it didn't seem there would be much time before it disappeared. I asked Slug if they were getting more because I didn't want to drink all their beer. He responded with something like he thought so or some shit. I can't remember his exact response but regardless whatever he said I took for a yes. You see me being the brilliant person that I am I just assumed that this historic venue would be flowing with beer for all the fucking rapstars so me putting a dent in a bucket of brew wouldn't be that big a deal.

Finally DJ J-Bird, Atmosphere's tour manager, informs Stef its time to get ready to go on stage. So she takes her records and goes out. While she's setting up the soundman asks if she would like to start and she says sure. The venue already pretty fucking packed at this point and its probably the largest crowd she has ever played for. She was excited to play because she could spin all her favorite underground records that she doesn't get to play in clubs and shit. Now me being the attentive boyfriend that I am I didn't even know where Stef was so I asked Dibbs when Stef was playing to which he responded with "She's on right now asshole." So I rushed out onto the balcony to watch. Stef is just straight killing shit dropping cut after cut. The crowd is feeling it and rapping along to songs. At some point I saw her record bag fall over and her shit just fell out. She didn't notice so I ran on stage and picked her shit. That was probably the best and only good thing I did that night. Luckily the beer had not fully taken over my brain, yet.


picture of the crowd that night (via thegiantpeach)

After I went back up to the balcony I decided it would be best to resume drinking. That was not wise because I was basically at the border of Drunk Serg and Blackout Serg. This is where things get really blurry for me and I don't really remember shit. Apparently that night Blackout Serg was also handling duties for Asshole Serg and I was telling people they sucked and to fuck off. I guess people don't like it to much when you yell at them about sucking. I don't know I do that to my friends all the time but they laugh. Strangers don't seem to take it as well for some reason. Well at some point Slug had to get a little paternal with me and told me to calm down or something and I think I told him to fuck off or stop being a bitch. I don't really remember but whatever the fuck I said he didn't really like it. That was right around the time he informed everyone that I was no longer allowed to drink anymore beer.

Shortly after Stef returned to the backstage area to find Dj Anna telling her that she doesn't know what happened but Slug told everyone I was not allowed to have any beer. Stef asked Slug what happened and he told her "I don't mind people being drunk but just don't be mean." Stef finds me chilling in a drunken stupor trying to make a sandwhich. The sandwich was actually a good idea considering that I had not eaten shit the entire day. That probably explains how BlackoutSerg managed to escape his cage. Well whatever she gets me to eat but I just got mad at the sandwich and smashed it with my fist.

Stef thought that it would be best to get me to just laydown because I was starting to go into passout mode. Brother Ali's dressing room is empty because he's on stage at the moment so she takes me downstairs to lay on a couch. We walked into the room and I fucking threw up in his trashcan. It was tasty. Then I passed out on the couch. When I woke up Stef asked me how I was feeling and I was cool. I asked her if I missed Dibbs' set and she informed me the show was over and crowds were gone. After that we grabbed her stuff and broke out.

Then a few months later we went to Scribble Jam and we saw all those Rhymesayers guys again. But this time I was now being refered to as "the guy from san francisco who drank all our beer and passed out." At one point Stef was talking to Murs about her exroomate whose name happens to also be Serg and Blueprint overheard her say Serg so he stepped in like "Oh that dude." Stef explains that its not me she's refering to and then Blueprint is like "Oh no you know another Serg? Damn!" Then Blueprint goes on to tell some random folks how I drank all their beer and passed out. Later on that weekend I would see Slug again and I apologized for being a drunk asshole who couldn't control himself. He said he was sorry for getting all paternal but I told him not to sweat it cause I brought that shit on myself. But whatever I don't think dude likes me all that much and I don't blame him. Dibbs likes to call me asshole or Leroy. At least he is amused by my dumbass manuevers.