Last night i attended a show at Red Planet Records in Riverside. My town, my neck of the woods. Graf Orlock was fantastically crazy as usual and restrained played awesome for Kevan maimed by a knee wound. Sold some records and ate at Santana's until 3:30am with some friends conversing about records, bands, incoherent babbles about "hardcore livin'". I know there was more that went into last night but i am still exhausted from staying up that late. But i think all in all it was worth breaking my unspoken "I'm getting too old for this shit" curfew. I know one thing is for sure. I am not 18 any more.
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