I've realized that mosh pits are stupid; a motley assortment of anguished individuals dancing and flopping around madly to the beat. I was crammed between sweaty, stinky drunk people like a sardine, all the while pushing and shoving to maintain balance. I was under constant assault, as shoes, hats, beer and people flew through the air. A potpourri of cigarettes, weed, alcohol, puke and B.O. engulfed the crowd; I swear I must have second-hand smoked at least 7 packs of cigarettes.
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