I just returned from Beauty in Dischord’s last Fort Bragg concert, which was a thing to see.
I mean, really, you ought to have been there. I punked myself out and got my dance on for two hours straight. I doubt I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
Dance perfection, man, dance perfection. We took over the dance floor, bumped the hoochie mamas out of the way, and busted out. I actually thought, for a moment, that I might damage myself. With the dancing. Yes.