Went to my first metal concert last night.
Wandered into my first mosh pit.
Broke my (first) nose.
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My babysitting technique can be best described as periodically screaming “YOU GUYS STILL ALIVE??” down the hallway and waiting for a response.
And they stopped. Now they call me, “That One Guy Who’s Voice Get’s Really High-pitched When He’s Upset.”
Over 2 hours worth of 1960’s underground all-female garage rock.
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