you saw a post about a backyard concert. You went with your father. You didnt know where he was, but it was a concert in a music artist named Chris Burrows’ backyard. There was a fire with sticks and rocks. Chris was holding his guitar while sitting in one of those foldable camping chairs. Strumming his guitar, singing with his other friend. They weren’t playing for a few minutes. People were just talking

Random Guy: “Ah, someone put the fucking chair up, what the fuck!”

there was a lot of sounds of beer bottles clanking around