Bullets and Bloodclaats

Sure enough, the rudebwoys were firing gunshots into the ceiling out of excitement, like this was Dodge City. Well, it's not Dodge City; it's Fort Lauderdale, and what was quickly turning into a show that surpassed expectations was cut short as police stormed the stage — guns drawn — and everybody either hit the ground or headed for the exits.

"Pure fuckery is all it is," Munga said wearing dark aviator glasses despite the lack of light inside of the venue. "Mi no know why dem wan shoot up de bloodclaat place!" He wasn't the least bit worried about the shots, however, just angered that his show got cut short. When he asked me where the afterparty was and I couldn't help him, we both parted ways. The clouds were getting lighter outside, the sun was coming up, and I didn't want to stick around to see things get any more gully than they already were.