xmilitaryxmikex

last night I went out to see My Son My Executioner, Balls Out, and (in theory), Dryline, and couple other shitty screamo faggy bands were playing as well. I picked up Kylie along the way, since she hadn't been to a hXc show in a while being all skinhead-oi and everything. It was fun times talking shit about these fair-weather hardcore kids who only come out for the shitty screamo metalcore bands (i.e. Misery Signals, Scars of Tomorrow, The Agony Scene, etc. and *cough*(in theory)*cough*). A couple almost got into a fight over who's kung fu fighting was gayer, so they went home after the show to fight on Myspace and write a blog on Xanga or Livejournal about it. hahaha

I actually formally met the infamous Terry Shanks last night, too. Pretty cool guy, although very intimidating considering his reputation around Dallas and Fort Worth. Well, anyway, my mom actually knows him because she works on his banking account. Small world, eh? He was also talking about how being a new father is great and his baby boy is 4 1/2 months and it's a fun and relatively easy experience for him...

then he went out into the pit during Balls Out and killed, and I wasn't afraid to kill with him.