This is the end...

Make damn sure you go to at least one of Emo's final shows in December before it's lost to us and the world. Whether i was making my wife freeze in 20 degree weather during The Warlocks and Interpol, elbowing a kid in the back of the head during a Propoghandi mosh pit, having my eardrums blasted out by Fantomas or The Melvins, or heckling The Brian Jonestown Massacre until the audience was at a frenzy and someone pulled the plug before a bottle got thrown, i always had the time of my life. Goodnight sweet princes.