The Rosaline show on Saturday night was fucking sick. If you weren't there, you might as well take all those pills you've been stealing from your grandmom.

The lead singer was all, "LET'S GET A FUCKING CIRCLE PIT GOING GUYZ!!!" And so I gave some chick a bloody nose and then I fell and then someone picked me up by the back of my shirt because it's all about brotherhood in the pit ya know, YA GOTTA watch out for one another in there!!! UNITY!

THEN the lead singer jumped off the stage and landed right on top of me. And I realized that he doesn't just use Elmer's Glue to keep his AWESOME hair up straight like that, he uses an actual porcupine!! Sitting on top of his head! (shhhhh don't tell PETA) The needles stabbed my face and arms and there was blood EVERYWHERE. SOOOOOooooo PUNK!!!

Now I'm in the hospital and my stupid parents are saying that I have to get them surgically removed. WTF! IT'S MY BODY AND I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO IT!! I'm waiting til 3am and then I'm going to RUN FOR IT. I AM PUNK. FUCK YOU. (insert RANCID lyrics here, plz)