Tony, Joel, Todd, B.J., Jeff and Randy, ages 16 to 18, have all the trappings of a gang. “It didn’t bother me,” she says earnestly. Later, the El Toro boys are hanging out in the lobby with Shannon, one of the Rosary girls they’d allegedly grabbed. After chewing out a sassy El Toro boy, they march off and drive away. They board the bus and search for beer cans but find nothing. Phone calls are made to the Salt Lake City Police Department, and by the time the bus arrives at the hotel, two cops are waiting. Turns out a Rosary parent is a police officer. During the ride, a chaperon thought he saw beer cans thrown from the bus, and a Rosary girl complained the boys were pinching girls’ butts as they tried to get to the bathroom. Things got off to a bad start when a boy in the back mooned the Rosary parents just as the bus pulled out of the parking lot. It seems a bunch of rowdy boys from El Toro High School were paired with a group from Rosary, an all-girls Catholic school. The ride was thankfully uneventful, especially compared to the bus behind ours. Nineteen hours, 60-something Big Macs and about 100 dead bodies later (“Menace II Society,” “Scarface” and assorted other blood-drenched flicks are in Miller’s collection), we arrive at the Embassy Suites in downtown Salt Lake City. And they get bored, and they start to party. Adds Miller: “On buses with just stereos, everybody fights over the music. “Greatest invention since Ritalin,” says one of the adults, pointing to the screen. He pops in his favorite, “Caddyshack,” and the bus falls silent. When he heard his bus would likely have a VCR system, he grabbed half a dozen titles from his video library. Huge plate-glass windows provide seat-to-ceiling views of the passing landscape, and video monitors hang from the overhead compartments. There are 47 seats, and all but the rear bench are velour recliners. The coach is no run-of-the-mill school bus. The bus pulls onto the freeway and the kids settle into their seats, fidgeting with backrests, spreading blankets and plugging in CD and tape players. When they return, Miller takes a final roll call and signals the driver. She grabs the bag and the two scamper off to the school bathroom. I only brought cans.”Īfter a few minutes, a red-faced girl shuffles forward accompanied by a friend. “I wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring bottles. The kids look around at each other, then at Miller. But whose ever it is, please take it somewhere and clean it out or it’s not going on the bus.” “Because if I find something, I’ll have to kick the person off the bus. “I’m not going to open it,” he announces. But since the bag is full of broken glass, he climbs on the bus and addresses the kids. Kids are still boarding at “Los Al,” the bus’s last stop, when a beer bottle crammed inside a boot bag shatters and begins leaking all over the luggage compartment. Most are 21 to 25 and former fraternity boys from Southern California colleges to their edicts of “don’t do it” they are likely to add, “and if you do, don’t get caught.” room curfew, but the volunteers who supervise the trip, along with a parent or two, are a far cry from typical high school chaperons. There are, of course, rules against drinking and smoking pot and staying out past the 11 p.m. No one to tell them what to eat or who to hang out with or what clothes to wear. There’s a bar in the back to lean on, if you’re not feeling it.Best of all, no parents! No one to make them clean up their rooms. Leave the innocent bystanders alone.Ħ) Nazis, bullies, and gropers are cruising for an abusing – If you’re here to throw the Heil, beat on someone smaller than you, or cop a feel, you’re begging someone to murder you with a crowbar.ħ) No whining – Aw, did a crowd surfer accidentally kick you? Did you get accidentally duffed in the face? Sucks - but guess what? It’s a mosh-pit. If you want a better line of sight, move.Ĥ) Karate gets what karate gives – Yeah, you can do several spin-kicks and chop your hands all over the place, but don’t get upset when you get slammed by the huge dude who is sick of you.ĥ) Don’t crowd-kill – Crowd-killing is when you wile out on the people at the edges of the pit to get them involved. Take it outside, champ.ģ) Don’t shove someone into the pit who doesn’t want to go – Don’t be an asshole. When someone falls down, you pick ‘em up before doing anything else.Ģ) Hold lost items over your head – If you find someone’s lost phone, shoe, watch, glasses or wallet on the floor, hold it over your head and walk around or through the pit so they can find it.ģ) No punching, choking, or fighting in general – That shit is how cops get called and venues get closed. do so, and people will think you’re a towering anus).ġ) Pick ’em up when they fall – What it says on the label. Before we talk mechanics, let's go over the generally-accepted rules to moshing.
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