Hearing them live was the difference between looking at the Mona Lisa and being able to touch it. Running your fingers over the canvas. Tracing her smile. Paint chips flaking off in your palm.
Blink 182 was my Mona Lisa.
And I just licked her.The above is an excerpt from the write up I did of the MCR/Blink 182 concert I attended this past
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