Cops always got to Hate

S.F.P.D can't stop the rock. They can stop it for the time being, but not forever. The rock will continue as long as we continue to push it. There is no stopping the momentum when the Golden Gators are dead set on rocking.
There were at least two hundred people out at Balboa and 40th Avenue on April 18th. There were some haters and some people who didn't realize there were bands playing and blew off the rock. Those who remained true and concentrated on the passion were sweating. I mean, the atmosphere was down right damp, but hot.

Swank and Tatanka Iyotake played and we did it rough and tough.
Ihabial from Sacramento came out and threw down the power. They were an instrumental four-piece that came with a mystical shot from the moon. They set the tone and the Gators got down. The living room was cleared for the bands. The room was lit with a dim red light bulb and is set a mood.
We were grinding it out and the females were showing up in packs. I swear, just as the night was turning into quite the sausage fest, I found myself in a room surrounded by beautiful able-bodied women. I got a few smiles and a few eye-rolls. Even if the ladies knew it or not, I set my impression in their minds and it stuck.
Everyone downstairs knew where the rock was and when it was going down. Everyone was killing it. I mean, the bands didn't give a crap if you wanted to rock or not. The music was overwhelming.
As the droplets of sweat began to collect on the audience's faces, the people with long hair started to shower the non-believers. Yeah, that is right; the sweat from the rocker's hair was flying all over the place. Just trying to get through the living room to a place with some air was difficult. It was packed, and that is what got the cops called. A good time mixed with booze always seems to get those cops jealous. They try to come and ruin all of our fun. Cops are not cool. They will never be cool.
The cops showed up with a force. They kicked down the door and made their presence known. They were definitely not welcome, but they always seem to want to crash the best parties. To their dismay, and to our brief joy, the cops gave up on corralling the party and bounced. After they left, there were still about fifty Gators that were still there and eager to rock. Even though the musicians had retired their instruments for the night, the party was starting to warm up again.
A few new twelve packs of beer arrived and the party was jump started. As smiles started to appear all around the house and people started to pack bowls and roll up blunts, the already diluted party volume was rising.
Next thing I knew, I saw her. Sitting alone, naive but composed, I could not keep myself from speaking to her. Her soft eyes drew me deep inside and I felt a connection with a sweetness I never encountered before. Her soft lips make my heart swell and then she has me. I know what I want, if only she wanted the same. There was a flash in the corner of my eye. As I turned toward its direction, there was another harsh blue flash.
The cops were back, and when they come to your house, it is never a good thing. When the cops come twice in the same night, you know you got problems. The party's host, Greg, was getting tired of these petty annoyances and decided to give the ugly boys in blue a little piece of his mind. In hindsight, he probably wishes he would have changed his mind, because whatever he said earned him a trip downtown and a six hour stay in a holding cell. In true Golden Gator fashion, Sam Carr (Greg's roommate) argued with the police about his friend's whereabouts. The cops ignored him and refused to hear his plea. With the tenacity of a warrior, Sam would not take the police's ignorance for an answer. He pressured and pressured until he was put in the cop car and got taking down to the station himself.
Well, at least no one can say that the Golden Gators went out without a fight. Those lame cops were messing with our livelihood. When you mess with the passion, you know your going to get the horns. This case is not closed, and we will have our day. The rock will thrive no matter what. We come to bring it, and we will never stop. Rock on Golden Gators, Rock on forever.