Stepping onto the Orange County Sheriff Department detention bus, all members don the medical masks provided by their transfer officer.  Suddenly Soto knocks the officer to the ground as Sonny picks up the officer’s weapon.  “Pinche lo hoto!”  The band jumps onto the bus and head south to the border.  Towards mid San Diego El Gabby smacks Sonny on the back of the head, “Ay culo, why go to Mexico?  They already got swine flu there!”  They make a U-turn towards Canada, but decide to stop and eat Panda Express.  “Nobody makes cheena-food like Mexicans!”  A far-off distant sound of punk music begins to float their way.  El Gabby makes a stand, “These wedos need a lesson in punkcholo!  Time for a drive-by!”  Before you knew it, Manic Hispanic invaded Casbah.

If you don’t know who Manic Hispanic is and what they are about, please stop reading because I’m not going to explain it.  Other than donkey show, I can’t think of any other better way to spend Cinco de Mayo than see Manic Hispanic infect the San Diego with the swine flu.  “Rudy Cholo,” “Mexican Society,” and “Mommy’s Little Cholo” were just a few of the songs schooled to the punks who were afraid for their lives.  “If we didn’t sing along with the band they said they were going to cut off our ‘way-voes’ and make breakfast burritos. . .what’s a ‘way-voes’ anyway?”  Like typical cholos, they had to have every damn family member on stage.  “Jimminnie Christmas, they had three vocalists and only one of them sang,” said one attendee clutching their Bible.  With the threat of getting their “shit pushed in,” the whole crowd went crazy.  Maybe a little too crazy.  Gabby defused a fight that broke out in the pit by saying, “I’ll give you both $5 if you two kiss with tongues.”  That’s a team leader. . .or he may be having flashbacks from inside the joint.  Either way he may be diplomatic, but this reviewer is not. . .To the dumb drunk weda that thought she hard being in the pit, quien le dijo llevar high heels y un tube top to a punk show?  Estupida!  That’s why you got your ass handed to you.  Hey Manic, next El Cinco, it’s Uncle Chato’s!