Tickets to last night's show at Fillmore. How it happened: A local radio station has a morning show. On the morning show is a guy called Dude on the Couch who just does stupid stuff. Wednesday morning at 6 am, they send dude to go hide some where. If you found him and grabbed him, you won the tickets. Through out the morning, they would give out clues. Me and my sister pull into the school parking lot, and hear the last clue. We know where he is. We call our step-mom to clear us from first period. We go to where we think he is, we thought he was at Campus Park, look around, and do not see anyone. We then go to another possible park... not there. 4 minutes later the radio says "We have a winner." Guess what? HE WAS AT THE FREAKING PARK WE ORIGINALLY WENT TO! Dude then got back in the studio and said that some fat rouchy guy in a black shirt came to the park, so he high tailed it across the street into some people's yards. Guess who that guy was? ME. I basically got cheated out of Metallica tickets. He was allowed to run, but they said he would be IN THE PARK. I never saw him because when he saw me, HE LEFT THE PARK. Bleh... oh well... Little do they know that I am Squindar, Lord of the Under Realm, King of Western Bakersfield who they chose to be in a contest to see who gets to be King of Bakersfield... At that contest, I'll have a word or 2 with dude.