My first punk rock show ever. I was 15, a sophomore in high school. Had to sneak out the bedroom window. My friends, Erich and Darrell picked me up since I wasnt driving yet. If memory serves, we picked up our other friend, Tiffany, who had to scale down from the second floor balcony to escape. When we arrived, I was in total awe of the whole scene, full of characters I was just beginning to know. The show was mind blowing. Henry Rollins was, is, and always will be brilliant and beautiful to me. In those shorts!...haha. I think we made it home about 2am. I was so tired going through my classes at Florida High School that next day, but I felt like I'd witnessed the coolest thing that was ever going to happen to me as a teenager. As with many experiences in life, the first one cuts deepest.