Point Of You Story:
As some of you know, a while ago a couple of guys 'broke' Brendon from Point Of You. Aaron and
Terry caught up with Josh and Brendon and they each told us their side of the story. It's a very
funny story, Josh says some parts that Brendon doesn't because Brendon is a little embarrassed
i
think.
Brendon:
Well it started on a dark Saturday
night... we had made an effort to go to support October Myst...
and then go back to either Jacko's or Jase's house for some fun. Anyways, Occy played a rad set...
and while they were playin' and the other bands were playin' Josh and I had started drinkin'... now
even though I don't like beer I thought I better get used to it... and I really did get used to it. Josh
was scullin' 2 pots at a time by the way. By the time we got to Jacko's I was already feeling it... and
we had more and more drinks and had some screamin' comps and listened to some tunes... got really
drunk. Josh shot-gunned like all his cans and I just drank them like they were water... thinkin' I'd be
fine and oh was I wrong! Anyways, Josh and I were running out of beer so Josh decided he would
use the beer bong to clean out the rest of his cans and he did, almost boffing... and I was tempted
but then I thought a first time beer drinker, nah better not. Then we watched some old October
Myst footage... and polished up all our drinks. I mean all our beer gone, vanished into places unknown...
and then at about 2:30 - 3 we decided fuck its getting a bit late and we thought Cassie would've been
getting a bit bored with all us drunks. So we made our way to the car and started our journey home.
We stopped at Mobil on the way and got a pie each... but I only ate half because I was about to pass
out, so I threw the rest out the window and then passed out. Then I woke up to the sound of Josh
and Cassie telling me we thought you'd rather sleep in your own bed and I looked and I was home sweet
home. Then I felt something rising in the stomach, I ran over to the neighbours garden of flowers and
for the first time in my life I boffed all over the pretty little flowers. Then I made my way back to the car,
said my goodbyes, and walked to my front door... where I passed out in the middle of the doorway. Then
I woke up at about 5:30 to the dog licking my hand! So I got up and stumbled to bed. Then I woke up at
10 to Mum and company painting the house, so not being able to move I sms'd Mum sayin' "Mum can you
please get me a drink I can't really move"... and she did. Then I fell back to sleep waking up to more noise
at about 3-3:30 and I sms'd Josh to tell him I wanted to kill him... and that was pretty much it. I went
back to sleep and woke up at about 4:30 and jumped in the shower. After I got out I had a morning after
grog bog, had some tea, watched a movie and jumped on the computer and went to
bed at 4 in the morning.
Josh:
Well yeah, we went out to see October
Myst play at the Robin Hood. There we proceeded to start slammin'
beers down. For those who don't know Brendon has hated beer until I showed him how to 'appreciate it'.
Anyhow, when the set finished we proceeded back to Jacko's house from October Myst and started getting
stuck into our beloved VB (cans). By this stage things were getting a little hazy but the tunes and the
company was awesome. Jacko, Nos, the twins (Matt and Scott) and another dude (Jacko can give his
name). Upon arrival I proceeded to start shot-gunning cans like they were going out of fashion. Bloated
from the pub beer I wasn't quite up to my 2 second can record but I wasn't far off either. Brendon was
sinkin' his cans like a man possessed. Whilst we were being yobbo's, Nos ended up saying "nah man he's
probably got red fuckin' pubes (Brendon)", and like a true pissed cunt Brendon said "fuck off!!! No I don't
man", and without a second thought he whipped out his pube patch and started parading it around and
Nos who had the digital camera snapped a perfect picture of Brendo's brown pubes. We were all talkin' shit
and goin' through the cans like they were water. After the best part of a slab of cans, a screaming
competition and countless trips to the dunny. Nos trekked across home to get the beer bong, and I stood
up to the plate and (without letting the gas out of the line) sunk that puppy real quick. That was nearly
the end of me and it took a fair effort not to decorate Jacko's kitchen with a BMT from Subway and a whole
lotta beer. I think Brendon wasn't too keen on the looks of this contraption seeing that it nearly made me
hurl, and since Brendon is one of the few of us who hasn't boffed due to alcohol consumption, I think he
went with his better judgement and steered clear of the beer bong even though his cans weren't lasting
much longer. So after watchin' some old October Myst video's and listenin' to some more rad music we
realized that it was about 2:30 and we made it out to the car at 3 with the lovely Cassandra who was lucky
enough to be our designated driver on the trek home. We made it to Mobil where we got a pie each and
after that Brendo was out like a light. I thought he had done quite well for a fair session. Then we got him
home to Rye where he ever so gracefully dived out of the car and ran straight over to his neighbours
flower patch and had a heartfelt spew all over them. Then with a wicked little laugh he waltzed back over
to close his door and said goodnight. After closing the door and side-stepping to the nearest shrub he
proceeded to indulge another "yak" and then stumbled up to the gate. So off we went and made it home
by 4:30. I got a message that arvo at about 2:30-3 from Brendo sayin' that I'm an ass and his head felt like
there was a jackhammer on top of it and his stomach was knotted. Even though I felt the same a laugh
was in order so I staggered inside to give him a bell, only to discover that when we drove off that morning,
he passed out in the middle of the door. Like half out and half in... head and body in the door and legs and
ass hangin' out the door. Then woke up at 5:30 to his dog lickin' his face and stumbled to bed. So we
officially 'broke him'. Oh yeah and he sms'd his Mum in the kitchen at 10:30 that morning tellin' her to bring
him some Orange Juice into his room cos' he couldn't move.