The smell of leather, colored lights flood my vision, a change of thought, a lifestyle revision.
After 5:00 pm., I morph into a head banging freak, mingling with those of like mind, edgy and aggressive, not for the meek.
Throwing out all my aggression, my ultimate release, the harder the guitar lead, the more my head banging will increase.
The concert ends, time to go home, tomorrow night I will return, to this thrashing zone.
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