Fucked Up would be at the Launchpad that night. Monday. Lukey told us about it. I had onion taste in my mouth and on my way to buy the powder-fresh scented Adidas deodorant (non-related activities! i really don't eat deodorant!) at Target when he told me about it. yay yay! Fucked Up night.
whoa whoa whoa man. what you don't see here is si, luke and me scared shitless that the mosh pit was going to grab us and throw our skulls against the metal corners. this could have been just me.
drool about the adams apple. drool about the slightly screwed up nose. and drool about the hair curl behind the ear.
ass crack sweat. normal or fucked up?
the singer guy jumped into the mosh pit and somebody threw the glass-filled trashcan on his head.
broken glass and bleeding ensued.
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