it’ll blow over
One.
Two.
I went to see the Menzingers last night (also: Dead End Path, Touché Amoré and Title Fight) and I could talk about it for a long time, but instead I bring you these two low-quality pictures. The first is of a fan in a headscarf who decided she’d be singing that chorus, thanks very much, and the second is me, this morning. It’s not quite a black eye, but it’s close enough for government work. Together, they sum up my evening quite nicely, and this is exactly what I mean by “hardcore: my abusive punk rock boyfriend.” I wish I knew how to talk about it.
Mostly: I love the Menzingers, the end.
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