.We will fight the heathens.
His shirt was off, per usual. His chest glistened with sweat, evidence of a good 20-minutes-worth of being truly hardcore. He reeked of punk rock and repressed anger. He stared at me with the intensity of 1000 grindcore LPs being played — at the same time. He spoke.
“I just went hard in the pit. Now I’m going to go hard in you.”
- 50 shades of hate.