When patrons at general admission concerts accuse you of "stealing" a spot they lost when they left to go to the bathroom...

....and won't stop whining about it, I be like...



And then when they think it's appropriate to insult artists and vendors who are working, hauling around $4k worth of camera equipment and then try to physically shove them out of their way, I be like...




Really? Fucking really? Basic Bitch patron, Ugly Overweight Miserable Loser -whatever your name is, not like it will ever matter - that "paid full price to be here", I understand you've been waiting to see your most favorite singer like, ever, for the last two hours. Congratulations on your very first concert. As someone who's well versed and educated in concert-going and even more so, concert-shooting, let me give you the lowdown on proper concert etiquette. General Admission means you paid the same fee as everyone else in this room and have no assigned seating. Next time, buy VIP in the balcony, you might even get bottle service. When it's a sold out show, I don't care how many beers you've had, if you walk away from a spot to go pee, you're probably not getting it back. That's common knowledge and it applies to just about everything. It's also common knowledge that YOU DO NOT TOUCH photographers who are working. It's wildly inappropriate to stand there and spit out insult after insult and take it so personally that you and your little (not so little) friends lost your spot. It's also basic psychology that when people throw insults at another person, especially someone they know nothing about, it's subconsciously something they don't like about themselves. -Which couldn't have been made more obvious by your lack of respect for the arts or the people in it. I live in an entirely different world than you do. I do things everyday that you haven't even dreamt of. You are POND SCUM. You don't exist to me and I'm really offended that you thought you had the right to make your shitty self to known to someone like me. I would run you over with my car and forget about it completely the next day. I'd feel more bad about running over a pigeon than I would about you. -I'd pull my car over, in tears, and give that pigeon a funeral before batting an eye at someone like you. You are invisible, you don't matter, you have nothing to contribute, other than how you physically take up space that can fit about three averaged-sized full grown adults. So unless you paid 3x the amount of one ticket, like they make you do on airplanes, shut your fucking mouth and step back. Photographers are only there for 2-3 songs anyway, I think you'll live, you fucking whiny loser.


If I ever have to encounter you and your fellow fat ugly friends at a show again while I'm working, rest assured, you will instantly have your nose SLAMMED right into your fucking brain. 


By the way, my images of the show were bad ass. That feeling is something some people just will never get to experience and that sucks for them. Don't hate me because I have an awesome job and an awesome life that I worked my ass off for. And it's only going to get better.