Am I crazy? what I am trying to prove to myself? (that I'm strong and stupid) Does this add any meaning to my life? Does this mean I'm through being a needy doormat? (I hope so)
Ah the cliche life of a tortured soul...what a crazy ride.
I don't go to many shows. I am still working on the whole boundaries thing. I got free tickets at this show for the Red Stinger show I met mister at.
The girl gashed her eyebrow in the pit and kept dancing, it didn't even phase her. I hadn't drank in months, but I had a single drink. I met this guy with a blond mohawk who seemed impressed by how I handled myself, but I hadn't been to many shows. That guy was with mister when we met and I never saw him again. I felt safe getting a ride home with mister and that guy at the Red Stinger show, because we had met at this show. I think this was a Reno Divorce show, but the crowd seemed a little small. I don"t go to punk shows anymore and I was never much of a punk.