It was not until I entered that building and felt the extreme lows of the bass drum resonate through my body that I realized a piece of my past was missing for the last 2-3 years.
It seems so distant, the last time I waited outside by a frigid brick wall in blow freezing temperatures just to see if there was any glimmering hope that they were selling tickets at the door.
I can't remember being over 21 and able to drink at a venue like this, because every other time I wasn't.
This was the fifth time I had seen NOFX and hopefully it won't be the last.
I purchased a shirt with the picture above on it, but instead of him giving the peace sign, he's holding a gun. I realized later that it might be a mistake to wear something like that in a "RED" state, but I still like it.
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A SUPER WACKY GUESS GAME THAT WILL LEAVE YOU WITH A STRANGE FEELING INSIDE
