Category: Bianca McIntyre , Blogging , Friends , Gigs , Growing Up , High School , Not Really Funny
Seriously though, having a conversation with Greg here and I'm shocked. Okay now most of you are pretty confused and baffled as to what I'm talking about...
See what I'm getting at is this:
It's about 21:00 and Fokofpolisiekar are about to start playing. I've got an hour untill my parents pick me up, I'm fifteen and in the middle of the mosh pit getting the bruises of my life. It's 16:00, Straatligkinders just put on their first Pretoria show ever, It's my sweet sixteen, I'm busy sweating like a pig and skanking it up like never before, flesh tunnels fresh in my ears.
Somewhat like this image.
siesa, I know.
It's 20:00, I'm on vacation in Durban, City Bowl Mizers just started playing. I'm jumping up and down and yelling the lyrics as loud as I can, I'm 17. It's 22:00, I'm being squished to a pulp, watching Muse, standing there singing along, still seventeen. It's about 21:30, I'm standing still, holding a beer, watching Fire Trough The Window. I'm, once again, still 17.
i'm the one wearing the lumberjack.
It's 23:00, I'm standing watching aKING play, singing along, just singing along standing there with a friend, I'm 18. It's 17:00, I'm watching some crappy hardcore metal band I'm just standing there, not even paying attention, I think I was on MXiT even, I'm 18. Why am I even here. Where is everyone. This show is pointless. I'm going home. I really don't want to be here, and it's cold.
I really miss being 16.
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Little-J.
