I am 37 and grew up in the metal years and I was looking at metal vids remembering all the good and wild ass times I had with the group I ran with. We were everything from neon spandix [poisen, cinderailla] to post appocoliptic chains and spikes [judas priest, wasp] and I had to wonder; "WHAT DA F**K" were we thinking, LOLLOL. We looked like f**king idiots... LOL. Ohh shit... Those were the days, it brought back a flood of memories and even the bad ones to. It all still made me smile for better times when we were ah little more civilized, LOL. I found it uplifting, give it a try.
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