I have a confession to make. I went to my first "local show" (if that's what you want to call it) last night. I used to be like "I'm not a faggot I don't go to shows!" But, man, I loved it. I'm not much of a dancer, but when people starting moshing I jumped right in. I definitely got a little bruised, but nothing serious whatsoever. (that's a word.) And quite honestly, I like getting into fights where I become covered in bruises and scrapes. It's so fun! Pain is nothing to be scared of. I don't really know the first band that played, but I liked Apathy Wizards and Automagik. I'm surprised I enjoyed the experience at all. I don't completely take back my statements about faggots and losers! Sometimes I'm just a faggot and a loser. Also, it all really depends on the person (common sense life lesson of the day.) This girl in ponytails kept trying to get me and my friends to join in and dance, which I thought was really sweet, even though it annoyed my friends, who happened to be two boys. Well, one is more than a friend. I don't know why it mattered that these girls were dancing and trying to bring people in. They're just trynna do them! Or at least the girl with the ponytails was just trynna do her. She warmed my heart. Some girl wore a skirt, and I was like "ohhh noooo! That is not good!" She also ended up throwing up a shitton of water after the show, but I don't think that was exactly related to the skirt problem. You can't mosh or dance in a tight skirt from Forever 21! Sure, you CAN but it's not advised and not pleasant. Unless, of course, you want to show your ass. There needs to be a little ass showing every once in awhile. After the show when we were waiting on our friend to give us a ride, I talked to this boy about the Gorillaz. It was a really nice conversation, and I didn't even know him! This is what I've been looking for; being social and meeting new people.
I have more good news! I saw Mike Tyson's Undisputed Truth. It was seriously so beautiful. And surprisingly casual! People kept yelling to him onstage and if he could hear them, he would reply. One time someone took a picture of him, and he goes: "Ey! No taking pictures! I'm just kidding," *strikes pose*. I was crackin' up. But you also really got a feel for his struggles, too. He mentioned his daughter that died and his cocaine addiction. Granted, most of it was humorous, towards the end it did get sad. I almost cried! Almost! Kind of! I'm pretty sure he cried on stage, but don't quote me on that. I was on the balcony. Hearing about all the bad and good things he did, then the bad things he was accused of, it was just a really enlightening experience. I'd suggest this show to anyone. I felt like one of those personal stories one of your relatives would tell you. Nothing about it seemed superficial or fake. I honestly didn't want him to stop talking.
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