Metal Crush

I went to a Metal concert last night, hoping to see the boy I've been, like, majorly crushing on. He wasn't there, though I didn't really expect him to be. Still had a good time- the first part of the concert was awkward, but I spent one set powering through Gauntlet Legends with my friend Jameson, and another getting filmed being hurt in a mosh pit. At the end of it, I had been punched in the nose, 2 bleeding feet, and a badly sprained finger, not to mention the sore muscles and bruises I would discover the next afternoon (which is when I woke up the next day).
A while after I left the concert, I hooked up with Kyle & Ben, returning to the After Dark. We then went back to Fire Department, for lack of ideas on what to do.
I ate chicken noodle soup out of a fancy tea cup while we hung out and talked. Then Ben made me hold his hand. Then he unbuttoned his pants. Then his pants were around his knees.
Then I left.


Then I got stopped by a cop, and asked for I.D.
Then I went home and didn't sleep.
No More Rock N Roll.


*Photo by Jameson Diedrich