Remember the old days when doing something nice for a complete stranger brought you good karma? That extra ticket that you gave away somehow magically brought you a mouthful of free shrooms and a nice smelling girl with flowers in her hair and no armpit muffs? A group of roadies invited you backstage and offered you some 18 year old scotch and a killer chunk of Armenian hashish, then.....you got to meet the band? Remember when?
I'm not asking for a complete miracle....just a face value ticket. I promise that if you willingly do good, and sacrifice your selfish desire to make a profit in lustful greed then somebody will do something priceless for you at the show.
Ok....I'm braced for the onslaught of taunting and negative posts with a gift of some wisdom from the Dalai Lama. "Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. "
And if that's not good enough, here are some words from a Bad Motherfucker:
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the Coachella valley of darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."