sick and twisted tour 2000 september 14th philidelphia.
it was a basic concert to her, a basic hardcore experience, basic to her atleast.
first came the lipstick, the mascara, the foundation, the hair, then came the crop, the baggy jeans, the converse, the bored expression and the earplugs just in case.
she swung her bag over her shoulder before setting off and arriving at the venue, some people wearing actual shirts— some with the same bored expression and stance. she walked to the very back of the queue not even bothered. another girl walked and stood beside her, a basic goth with again— a bored expression. "you here for mindless self indulgence too?" she asked. the goth girl nodded. "only here because apparently leads hot" "nice, never seen him before— what's his name?" "Jimmy.. urine?"
