I have lived a small desert town for most of my life, not incredibly exciting, but not especially boring, either. I’ve had my fair share of adventures, but recently, I felt like I needed something more.
So, I decided to take a trip up to the big city: Salt Lake City, to be exact. I have a few friends there, we normally hit up bars and basement shows, just to check out the local scene. I’ve always been a fan of punk, my first Descendents record changed my god damn life. You can get lost in it, you can jam out, you can just fuckin’ rage. Lucky for me, my Salt Lake friends agree, and we always find some good stuff happening, or at least good enough that we can get drunk and pretend that they’re the next NOFX, or something.
I was staying with my pals Lauren and Andy, Lauren had heard through some acquaintances that there was gonna be a show at some dive bar venue, don’t remember the bands playing, but it was guaranteed to either get wrecked or rage on the floor. Sounded great! I put my war paint on, dark lipstick, black eyeliner, etc. We called for an Uber, and we were off to the bar.