This being the first comic, I had some trouble fitting the story that inspired this entire project into one panel. Here's the truth behind the fourth wall: No, security guards will not tell you to fuck off to your face. They would lose their jobs. However, as someone who was standing right next to these guys from doors to the moment the bands came on stage, let me tell you they have no problem mocking stupid questions when the questioner has turned his back and walked away. On the other hand, it was very nice of them to start a conversation with me while I was waiting for the opening bands and I also appreciated the free earplugs.

Yes, they gave me free earplugs. Unasked for, of course-- I'm not interested in special treatment. But did I receive it anyway? Well...

Draw your own conclusions.