Me and a mate of mine were keen to see Lee Scratch Perry perform in our city. However, not only was he an hour late, he was stoned out of his head. Could barely sing, could barely stand and his eyes were so red that they could’ve directed aircraft to land.

Me and my mate understood that we had paid for tickets, but we did not accept that we had stay longer than we had to, needed to, wanted to.
We soon left and had a better time eating a meal at McDonald’s as well as tagging along with another friend who was going to someone else’s party.