We were covered in sweat, it smelled like a bathroom but everybody had the biggest fucking grins on their faces.
My toe is bleeding and my shoes are pretty much destroyed.
I apparently didnt learn my lesson from Rise Against not to wear those shoes to a concert and it was even rougher here skankin the entire time but it dosen't matter.
Tomas Kalnoky is a god among men.
Its no wonder its a sold out packed house every time they come to town.
Thank you, Streetlight Manifesto for being amazing as usual. Its a hard track record to keep.

On a side note, where are all the chicks i see at streetlight shows and why have i never met them?
"Whats ska?" gets old after awhile.

American Gods is finished, so is watching all 4 seasons of bsg.
Now what is there to do with all this time?
More importantly, why does it seem that these waking hours are never enough?

This was our decision we had it coming all along.
Did we not?
I regress, i cant make leaps of faith and lump you into this destiny.
Just making it plural makes me feel a little bit better about how this is all turning out.

A Delorean that could hit 88 is a beautiful thing to imagine though.
I still think that's all i would do.