This is a true story:

So there’s a rave. They happen all the time, not sure about the Zombie theme but to each their own. That’s totally beside the point.

This guy who was invited by someone at the after-party leaves at dawn. Then he walks back to his pickup truck which just so happens to have spray paint and enough arms to supply a militia.1
He spray paints the word “NOW” twice on the sidewalk then busts up the joint shooting the place up like Scarface ten minutes after leaving. Apparently pretty much everybody was asleep.

It’s enough to make you look around and wonder just what the heck is going on nowadays, isn’t it?

1: What on earth would anybody need to be toting this stuff around for?