2) You act like a dipshit at shows. I am tired, tired, tired of having to rub elbows with these people at shows. I know they’re fans, and in their own special way they provide much needed support for some of the bands that I truly love, but really? How much do I have to put up with? If one more skinny little fist heads my direction (note: I’m never anywhere near the mosh pits because I understand, you don’t want to get hit, don’t go near ‘em) I’m going to murder. I am always purposefully away from the mosh pit because I hate it when little f**gots (see part 1 of this post) complain about getting hit or decked or in any way touched by people that are moshing. Don’t like it? Get the fuck out the way! So yeah, I steer clear in order to keep the concussion count down. So, when I still get hit by a group of five of these little scenester fucks because they’re too cool to be in the actual pit surrounded by non-scene people, I want to murder. I think that would be just about the only way to make these kids brutal.
You guys (and girls, oh especially girls) are also always in the goddamn way. I try to be polite and courteous to everyone until they give me a reason not to. Just because you think you’re metal does NOT mean you have to be an asshole. So when I ask you to move over a little so I can get down the stairs, don’t fucking look at me like a dog with Down’s syndrome, and don’t give me attitude because you think I’m harshing on your image by talking to you, just fucking move.