I brake for untalented bass lines!

Mother of shit, I love punk rock shows! Not the shitty ones in huge clubs with a billion kids in matching NOFX shirts and colored studded plastic belts, but the tiny illicit secret punk shows where the hair is colored like melted crayons, and as pointy as Gumby's head. The punk rock shows where everyone has their own thermos of a deliciously fucked up alcoholic punch. Pabst, strawberry champagne, rum, orange juice, and a little bit of everyones spit for good measure cuz real punkers love to share!

i love coming home totally spent and covered in sweat and beer and dirt from flailing so goddamn hard, you'd think the floor was my best buddy.
I don't even mind the ringing in my ears anymore, it's just a reminder that i love drum solos, and people screaming "I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA!" in my ears....oh, and don't get me started on the smell.
Fuck, if i could bottle that basement show smell of sweat, beer, b.o., leather, and hairspray, i'd wear it everyday with hardcorepunkrollandroll pride!

People just don't appreciate smelly united chaos anymore. You never forget your first choreographed stage dive to a Misfits cover........

i don't ever ever neverest wanna be a grown-up.
yuckytothemax.