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fritz
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It was about the middle of winter, the coldest part, and Perdona was playing at the first hardcore show of the season. It was absolutely freezing outside. We stood inside in a pool room that was set off from the stage, keeping warm and watching from a distance. Our jackets were already threadbare and old, they didn't need to be torn more than they already were. I could feel the metal studs down my shoulders and the bondage rings I‘d sewn into the sleeves. The metal was so cold it felt like it was burning me. I wished that I smoked so I could have a cigarette to keep warm. It had to be helping everyone else a little bit, because they didn’t look half as cold as I felt.
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