If you ever go to a punk show...

[expired_sanity]

Don't you dare just stand there. Nothing peeves me off more then people walking in all decked out to their chosen stereotypes, and then just stand in the corner with their arms crossed. Actually that is a lie, there is something that pisses me off more and that is the ones that stand in the parking lot and don't even come into the show. Oh yeah, you're fucking cool; too cool to mosh, too cool to give a shit, too cool for a punk show so why are you even there, motherfucker? Go stand in front of a 7-11 and pose with your hair that costs you 100 bucks to up keep, because you're not impressing anyone here. I mean, you would never want to make a fool of yourself at a motherfucking punk show. If you don't mosh, that's fine, but at least dance and scream. The bands are willing to come out and play for you, and even if you give them money they will stop coming if you act like fucking mannequins. Fucking mooks. Considering what bands make, I'm completely convinced that they actually live off the energy provided by the crowds because there is no way they are eating more then once a day, so let's keep our bands alive and dance motherfuckers.

Now that my rant is out of the way, fucking hell was last night bliss. Holy fuck. Skydiving/hitchhiking buddy is the best mosher I've ever met. He gave me a bloody lip and almost broke my nose, and my shoulders are so swollen I could hardly sleep. I'm gonna miss that crazy ass motherfucker.

Also I saw the best pit shirt ever last night: Charlie Sheen's face under "winning!" Fuck, whenever I was getting tired I would look at that shirt and find new energy in my desire to break Sheen's nose. I also old-timey boxed the guy wearing it at one point before we collapsed into laughter. Like I said, last night was bliss. Therapy in the pit.