In 1992, I went to a Guns n' Roses concert at the San Diego Sports Arena. It was my first real concert, ever. I had to beg my parents to let me go. To this day, I'm not even sure how I pulled that one off.
I went with my friend Justin and his pot-smoking, bad-influence friend. Our fourth was Justin's bad influence friend's worse influence
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