Matt said that he understands us more now that he's visited our hometown.
Saturday was full of teenage melodrama. The kids I used to call The Kids are all grown up, and a new generation has been reared to take their places. However, I couldn't decide whether this made me, who at 21 was one of the oldest people there, feel old or young. On the one hand, talking to the younger versions of me and my friends reminded me of how much I've grown and changed in the past few years. On the other hand, my favorite moments were revisitations of teenage angst. I moshed with 14-year-olds to a band called the Smelliez. I had a minor standoff with The Authority, and cursed The Man, and his selective enforcement of the law.
Our band's set went well, and it went over better than I had anticipated, given that we were playing alongside gutter punk, grindcore, and dread metal. My only regret is that I didn't fill the dead space Frank and Matt used while tuning their guitars to dedicate our set to Layne Staley.