6.17.2009

i would like to marry you, but i could NEVER be your wife

for whatever reason i was walking up eighth avenue and that line came forward. can i get a little nostalgic for a minute? i remember being at their last show at the blackcat, i was a seventeen year old high school drop out that lived for nothing but getting fucked up and going to shows. the show was packed with hot, sweaty pretentious fucks, the very same group of people who i would see at fort reno (dc is a small city, everyone sees, knows, and fucks each other), and i remember convulsing on the floor from excitement and pure adrenaline. and and and when deformative came on, naturally their final song, i remember rushing on stage screaming "i'm 16, driving south from baltimore, what will i say when i get home? i'm in the window, i'm at the door." then there was also the fact that every queer punx had a crush on dan... ah yes, dan.

my, my times have changed

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