Lane Greenhawk, 23, is a pro skater who was recently on that skating festival that has lots of bands and tours the country. BUT, more interestingly, he was the skateboarding friend of Aimee Kiedis from a few posts ago: the guy who defended her in the bar against her neon-clad assailants.
Casual Men: So what really happened that night in the bar?
Lane: Well you mean before i got in dudes face?
CM: Yes, how did it start…
Lane: Well, ill be honest wit’ you man. I hate altercations. But these Frat boys in neon sheep clothes were hassling Aimee and making fun of her.
but foreal, my homie Aimee was yellin shit like “suck my dial! ill vagina-tize your neon getup, you fuckin’ get up kid, you fucking BeeGee on ice dip-lo. Andy Gibb looking, saturday night fever ass Mars Tra-Volta!”
…i thought it was gonna turn into a brawl. She was on her chair yellin that shit. That girl was spittin’ some flames at these dudes. In her defense, she had like 4 or 5 deleriums, and you can do like two things on that stuff which is fight and make out.
CM: So those guys got pissed? These neon characters…
Lane: They thought she was just there with her girlfriends or something, and she put some weird ass ska music on the jukebox and they started makin fun of her sayin’ she was comin’ from the Lilith Fair, which doesnt even make sense because that was a folk festival basically. So me and my homie Pickles went and settled it.
CM: what did you say to them?
Lane: Pickles was just like “eh, we cool?” and they got real nervous and started being like “yea man yea man. its all good. bla bla bla” and then they even bought her a drink, but she kept calling this one dude “Plutarch” like in a real condescending way.