So I missed Chris' show at Common Ground but I did make it to CBGBs to see District 9. (By the way, Happy Birthday Todd!) I haven't been to a NYHC show since... well, since I stopped hanging out with Todd. It was a blast from the past. The guy standing behind me at the bar broke his thumb while trying to push someone who was knocking into him by the stage. Injuries sustained at a hardcore show are fun to explain at work the next day. I say this from experience. Todd, bless his heart, used to have a proclivity for jumping into the crowd and kicking his friends in the face. Never on purpose mind you. His big ole shitkicker boots were like two friend-seeking-missiles and would always manage to clock the one person in the audience that was there to see him, which was once his girlfriend and twice yours truly. I never sustained any permanent damage but I did walk home with a big footprint on my face. Ah, to be 18 again.
I just ate a hot pepper by accident so I have to cut this short because my eyes are tearing and I'm choking a little bit. I will say one thing before I sign off, and this is in honor of my poetic and charming sister -- "Yankees Rule, Red Sox Drool!"
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