And GS and Richter put Dimo through the ceiling.

[Suu]

 The END.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The END.

Go back and start at the beginning.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

I missed the part where stuff happened.

[Richter]

I nearly lost my glasses in the initial crunch.

The Paraplegics, Dimo's band, were playing some dive in Warwick, and it seemed Luna, Suu, GS, and I were attending.  Already fronting the crowd screaming profanity at him, we were dragged into the mix when the regulars began moshing.  I spun and caromed, working on instinct and luck with my vision parsed between my partialy seated lenses, and my legally blind normal vision.  Getting clear, I re-planted them.  the next song started, and a scrawny local was thrown into my jaw.  It was on, and I was back in grinning like a maniac, and tossing the skanker under the bus, (The bus being a punk guido displacing about 230), tried to keep the small girl from getting crushed by the asian guy with hug earings, and helping a long bearded dude up off the floor.  Be brutal, not a douche, this is the law of the pit. 

General Stuart looked aghast at me as I got out for another pull of beer.  Guess I was doing it right.

"Body hardening", I explained shrugging.  (Our local group's excuse for any potentially harmful roughousing.)

A few songs later, someone decided that hoisting Dimo's still singing carcass up for crowd surfing was good.  He was passed back gradually to GS and I, who did the only logical thing, and tried to throw him around.  The place had 7 ft. drop ceilings.  oops.

[Juana]

[Jasper]

Magnificent.

[Phox]

I nearly lost my glasses in the initial crunch.

The Paraplegics, Dimo's band, were playing some dive in Warwick, and it seemed Luna, Suu, GS, and I were attending.  Already fronting the crowd screaming profanity at him, we were dragged into the mix when the regulars began moshing.  I spun and caromed, working on instinct and luck with my vision parsed between my partialy seated lenses, and my legally blind normal vision.  Getting clear, I re-planted them.  the next song started, and a scrawny local was thrown into my jaw.  It was on, and I was back in grinning like a maniac, and tossing the skanker under the bus, (The bus being a punk guido displacing about 230), tried to keep the small girl from getting crushed by the asian guy with hug earings, and helping a long bearded dude up off the floor.  Be brutal, not a douche, this is the law of the pit. 

General Stuart looked aghast at me as I got out for another pull of beer.  Guess I was doing it right.

"Body hardening", I explained shrugging.  (Our local group's excuse for any potentially harmful roughousing.)

A few songs later, someone decided that hoisting Dimo's still singing carcass up for crowd surfing was good.  He was passed back gradually to GS and I, who did the only logical thing, and tried to throw him around.  The place had 7 ft. drop ceilings.  oops.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

 

[Luna]

I nearly lost my glasses in the initial crunch.

The Paraplegics, Dimo's band, were playing some dive in Warwick, and it seemed Luna, Suu, GS, and I were attending.  Already fronting the crowd screaming profanity at him, we were dragged into the mix when the regulars began moshing.  I spun and caromed, working on instinct and luck with my vision parsed between my partialy seated lenses, and my legally blind normal vision.  Getting clear, I re-planted them.  the next song started, and a scrawny local was thrown into my jaw.  It was on, and I was back in grinning like a maniac, and tossing the skanker under the bus, (The bus being a punk guido displacing about 230), tried to keep the small girl from getting crushed by the asian guy with hug earings, and helping a long bearded dude up off the floor.  Be brutal, not a douche, this is the law of the pit. 

General Stuart looked aghast at me as I got out for another pull of beer.  Guess I was doing it right.

"Body hardening", I explained shrugging.  (Our local group's excuse for any potentially harmful roughousing.)

A few songs later, someone decided that hoisting Dimo's still singing carcass up for crowd surfing was good.  He was passed back gradually to GS and I, who did the only logical thing, and tried to throw him around.  The place had 7 ft. drop ceilings.  oops.

Truth.

Omitting only that, even with his hed wedged through the ceiling, Dimo didn't miss a beat.

[Cuddlefish]

I was dancing in the ceiling. Take that, Lionel Richie.

Seriously, though, it's a good thing for the bar owners that my common sense gland was still working, because in the short time I was up there, I contemplated taking the whole damn ceiling down with me.

[Suu]

Somewhere in there, my hoodie became a handle for the same girl that fell by Richter, so I removed it and jumped back into the pit (all I do is laugh when I get stuck in one), and GS accidentally some large punk in the solar plexus with an elbow.

[Dysnomia]

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