unknown concert 4 yrs ago

This morning I’ll try to assuage my terrible fog-machine head ache with many cups of dark, dark coffee. I will count the slices and cuts on my knuckles, imagine getting four letter word tattoos on them that work well together. At the show, there was a multitude of strange personalities and all of them drunk or drunker, yelling incoherent phrases at the others, tall guys block path, “singing along.”