It's dark, windswept and cold but you have your alcohol blanket. You drink beer,
smoke cigarettes, talk meaningless with friends and then..you hear the first pluck of
that guitar string and you feel alive. The band is on. A circle opens and kids run
counter-clockwise, hurting each other. You feel so intimidated looking at it, you want
to be safe in your complacent corner but, no, random arms push you in.
You cannot escape, drowning in a tangle of thrashing limbs, getting beer spilled on
you, having rope scrape your face, getting your lip cut open, and suddenly you feel
more alive than anyone even has the right to. You get angry, jump on people, push
them over, elbow, punch, kick, orgasm. It's not enough for you. More. You run the
opposite way, so every body has a chance to mercilessly smash into your own. Run.
Faster. Faster. Yes, this is it, the high you've longer for. You could never get enough
of the pain. You are now a moshochist.
Tragically, the song ends, you stumble back to your friends hazy and disoriented.
They pat you on the back, what? Are they proud? They give you a beer, light you up
and then they ask you , "Hey man, are you okay?"