perdona
fritz It was about the middle of winter, the coldest part, and Perdona was playing at the first hardcore show of the season. It was absolutely freezing outside. We stood inside in a pool room that was set off from the stage, keeping warm and watching from a distance. Our jackets were already threadbare and old, they didn't need to be torn more than they already were. I could feel the metal studs down my shoulders and the bondage rings IĎd sewn into the sleeves. The metal was so cold it felt like it was burning me. I wished that I smoked so I could have a cigarette to keep warm. It had to be helping everyone else a little bit, because they didnít look half as cold as I felt. 041113
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oren cool. 051223
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