i'm not sleeping

pain is good

Went to the 15 year anniversary party for my favorite brewery, 3Floyds, yesterday. There was beer, food, beer, fun, beer, people, beer, music, beer, The Melvins, beer and OHMYGODAMOSHPIT! I cant remember the last time I jumped in a mosh pit, but I can tell you that I will be in all of the future mosh pits, all of them. Someone bring them to me.

It was such a great release of stress and aggravation. And for 7 hours, I forgot all of the terrible things. All of the pain I’m in today, feels pretty fucking amazing. And I scored some pretty awesome bruises. Yeah, I said AWESOME. They’re like a badge of badassery.

Some days I look at myself and think, Buff, you’re getting too old for this shit. You’re not supposed to be staying out this late, acting this ridiculous, drinking this much and throwing yourself into mosh pits. But then I say, why the hell not?! If it takes away some of the pain of everyday, what’s the harm in that? Who says I cant? Who made those rules? Why is it that we get old and stop doing all the things that made us feel good? Fuck you old age, you aren’t going to stop me.

Now, where’s the Tylenol?

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