I kept forgetting peoples names all night.
I woke up 10 minutes ago and got back from my first punk show 12 hours ago. It was fuckin' awesome. First a local band, the Screaming Demons came on. They were kinda sucky, then the A.K.A.s came on and they were alright but when T.S.O.L. came on, they pretty much kicked their ass. They were so good. And the mosh pit was awesome. There was this huge Mexican guy who threw people around like nothing. And there was another pretty big punk there who told me when I was waiting in line to buy a patch, that I was pretty hardcore for a little guy. Heehee. But it's true that I was probably 30 or 40 pounds less than anyone else in the pit. I am pretty bruised, but it was worth it.