Note to self: people with fibromyalgia and herniated disks should maybe stay out of the pit at punk shows. Where are my pain meds...
Still, it was amazing how many random, stranger guys were looking out for me. They'd pull me out of the way, or pull me in front of them when they noticed I was standing on my tippy toes trying to see. Che is my hero, though. He kept me from getting crushed and helped me escape when I'd had enough. :)
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