Ick.

[danbug12]

So, I've got beer in my hair, and up until recently, I had blood on my hand.

Neither of these belong to me, nor did they at any point.

I'm sweaty as hell, and I've also got what feel like the beginning of lovely bruises on my arms

Comments

[kitty_violetta]

quit beating up punk kids for their booze

heh once i went to a hardcore show an this guy dives into a table or something i don't remember exactly what all i remember is a broken table and profuse bleeding afterwards

[danbug12]

Hey, now, I didn't do any of the beating up... All I did was get tossed around, and toss others around. And I'm kinda bruised today, because of it. :P

Heh, there was a guy who kept stage diving at this show, too. Also, there was a guy who kept smashing beer bottles on the stage. He got his arm cut up pretty badly from them (I think it was his blood I got on me), and then he started eating the glass.

Off his rocker, I say.

[kitty_violetta]

oh i just noticed that you where thinking of the subhumans? was it them you saw? they're a great band. their shows aren;t that violent here tho

[danbug12]

Yeah, it was the Subhumans I saw. And the show really wasn't all that violent... Just your average mosh pit, really, with a few people who were a tad too enthusiastic.

But, yeah. Although I know just about nothing when it comes to Punk Rock, they certainly seemed to be talented, and well loved.

[outlawfiend]

one time at an against me! show, my friend got clocked in the head with some guy's rollex. that was still on his arm.
it was safe to say she was alittle messed up for awhile after the show, and probably ended up passing out, or near to it.
another friend feign dancing as horrible as the scene kids, then winds up and away the kids fly across the room in a massive shove.

[danbug12]

Yikes, a rollex, eh? That is gonna suck. The worst that happened to me was someone's swinging arm whacked me in the nose. Not enough to cause a nosebleed or anything, but it kinda hurt.
And there was this big, massive skinhead at the show, who seemed as though the entire reason he was there was to do the same thing with as your friend, causing people to fly from one end of the stage to the other. Somebody practically tossed me at him, who it turn, send me flying over to the other end of the mosh pit, where my friend was. Wheeee!

(p.s. That very same friend was listening to Against Me! when I visited her at work once, and I was instently reminded of you.)