you should've come to the lincoln show. one of my fondest memories is having moshers at a club show i was at crash into our table, knocking it and our drinks all over the place. the pierced, mohawked young men then apologized and busied themselves at setting our table back up for us. hee.

plus having a friend there, i'd've had inspiration to come up with the cash to go. i'm also handy to have around in a mosh pit. i don't move at all and just stand up front, enjoying the show. smallish people gather around me and largish people are shorter than me. i am an unmoveable rock in mosh pits. when someone is rude, i just use boots & elbows & spikes to make my point.

aw. now i miss going to shows. ::sigh::