Emo Tantrum

As I passed the House of Blues today on the way to my bus stop I saw a high school emo boy throw­ing a tantrum at his girl­friend. She caught it and threw it right back, but was cer­tain­ly the more “mature” of the two. He was almost high-step stomp­ing his way toward me with a giant pouty­whine face half vis­i­ble under his dirty combed-over-one-eye hair­style and he tore some­thing out of his pock­et and slammed it to the ground as he stomped along. His girl­friend was behind him yelling for him to come back. He took out his con­cert tick­ets and threw them to the ground as well before con­tin­u­ing his stomp around to East 4th toward Lola.

The girl­friend yelled “I’m tired of your shit!”, picked up one of the tick­ets and went into the HoB. I picked up the oth­er tick­et before it blew into a pud­dle and dropped it back at the tick­et booth in case emo boy’s tantrum wore off and he decid­ed he actu­al­ly want­ed his $21 tick­et to see “Hot Top­ic Presents The Sub City Take Action Tour fea­tur­ing Every Time I Die, From First To Last, The Bled, August Burns Red, The Human Abstract”

By the way, From First to Last has an album called Dear Diary, My Teen Angst Has a Body Count. I sup­pose, tech­ni­cal­ly, that makes Tantrum-throw­er emo­core, but I don’t real­ly care.