i'll be 35 any day now. my first concert was metallica @ the cow palace in sf for their tour of and justice for all .. i was 11, on crutches with a broken leg, and alone (the 17 year olds my idiot father let me go with were "frying" and lost me immediately [frying in quotes coz i had no idea wtf it meant back then, except that drugs made you think you could fly, according to D.A.R.E.]). Of course I made my way up to the front, coz that's where you can see best right? well, my first experience of a pit, EVER, was being eleven and on crutches, seeing one open behind me as the opening chords of battery graced the darkness around us.
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