So last week I took my brother to see Suicidal and Slayer. He hasn't been to a concert in decades. Well here's one to open him back up to.
Huge mosh pit. Guys fighting all over the place. And I'm picking up bloody guys off the floor. I'm thinking this will be the last concert we go to together like this. Maybe, Lionel Ritchie or something. But by the end of the concert my brother looks like someone goosed him with an adrenaline shot. And he hasn't stopped talking about it.
