modvayne

I went with PunkNiteMike to see the Dwarves show tonight. The opening bands weren't worth seeing, but the Dwarves kicked major ass!!!! I was convinced to be in the front row, and boy was that a major mistake. From the word go, everyone was pushing and shoving when the Dwarves came out. As fast as a person could pick themselves up off the stage, they were pushed right back down. On top of that, my foot kept getting shoved under the stage, and twisted around. I thought for sure I was going to walk out with it broken again. I'm still not sure it isn't, but I'll see how it feels after some sleep. For those who don't understand why I say I can't swear if it is or isn't, you'd have to know a bit more about me. I broke my left arm when I was in 3rd grade. The only thing I ever said was that it hurt. I didn't cry or anything when it happened. When my foot was crushed and severred, I never cried or complained. If I say I'm in pain though, everyone knows I mean it. If you see tears in my eyes, then people know I hurt to a point that is beyond most people screaming. It takes an even like one after my foot was severred to make me scream. That being the point at which a doctor tried to physically put my ankle joint back in place without any pain medication. I can say that as of this moment though, I hurt almost bad enough to have tears in my eyes. So if I'm not around for a few days, everyone will know why.