I was a Scene Kid

Mosh Pits: Yup.
MSN Messenger: Yup.
Spiked Necklace: Yup.
Band Tees: Yup.
Dyed Red Hair: Yup.
Non-Skip Discman: Yup.
Mixed CDs: Yup.

There was nothing like the giddy thrill of being in line for rushed seating at a local show.  Making sure I was front and center. Ebbing and flowing with the sweaty and slightly claustrophobic mosh pit. Loving a band so ardently, especially if the band was relatively unknown. It was something about being a teenager at that time, loving something so deeply and feeling like you had to prove it.  My friend Ronn played bass in a cover band. He was the quintessential friend every scene kid had.  The Guru. Every other conversation (on MSN Messenger, of course) was started by "Have you heard of [insert band name here]?"  My disc man at that time in my life was as essential as my iPhone is currently.  I coveted that thing.  Music set me apart.

I don't know where I'm heading with this entry (Do I ever, really?)  I guess it felt bloody good to feel nostalgic. 

Soco Amaretto Lime,
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