Ick.
So, I've got beer in my hair, and up until recently, I had blood on my hand.
Neither of these belong to me, nor did they at any point.
I'm sweaty as hell, and I've also got what feel like the beginning of lovely bruises on my arms.
In other words, hardcore punk-rock shows are fuckin' awesome (especially when I don't have to pay to get in), but the aftermath is kinda nasty.
At least I didn't get cut up by the floor covered in broken beer bottles... Sketchy, no doubt about it.
Seems as though this journal is turning into me whining/boasting about the various different shows I attend.
I'm sure I'll post some sort of update relating to the rest of my life at some point, though.
Time for sleep now, though.
Neither of these belong to me, nor did they at any point.
I'm sweaty as hell, and I've also got what feel like the beginning of lovely bruises on my arms.
In other words, hardcore punk-rock shows are fuckin' awesome (especially when I don't have to pay to get in), but the aftermath is kinda nasty.
At least I didn't get cut up by the floor covered in broken beer bottles... Sketchy, no doubt about it.
Seems as though this journal is turning into me whining/boasting about the various different shows I attend.
I'm sure I'll post some sort of update relating to the rest of my life at some point, though.
Time for sleep now, though.