Fellow Bloody cohort, Kevin Brashear, recalled holding the microphone to the boom box for the cassette to play through the VFW. Brashear crouched directly behind GG and got a "GG point of view" of the fecal frenzy. Here’s what he remembers of the evening.

"GG was throwing crap everywhere! When the VFW guys came running toward us we scurried into my Mom's family station wagon and hightailed out just as the police were showing up. The car reeked of crap! It took days of cleaning to get the odor out!"

In the parking lot the straight edge kids were completely freaked out and fled instantly. I remember just standing there thinking: "This is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen!" A grown-ass man lip synching in a jock strap covered in shit, but it was still more entertaining than a local Van Halen cover band. I then realized I was probably the only attendee over the age of 21 and probably should get the hell out of there.

GG went home to Bloody's apartment and drank the night away. Bloody kept the excrement drenched microphone for a few years until he threw it away.

I believe GG took the bus back to Chicago without showering.