tim armstrong

April something 1989, Gilman in East Bay CA📍

BAM! and elbow goes flying at your face.

the mosh pit tim’s band started was insane, a literal super pit. you always went to tim’s shows, always wanted to party and start riots, and always ended up crowd surfing the sea of liberty spikes, drunks, hockey players, and skin-heads.

the band rolled into the song unity and you were pulled up from the pit by the wrists by tim only for him to throw you into the crowd off stage, your converse brushing by heads, ass grabbed, laughing hysterically as you surfed.

“unity! as one we stand together” him and jesse yell into the mic

when the set was over and pennywise started to set up their equipment he hoped offstage and over the barricade so was next to you

“hey punk rock ladyyy”

he hugged you, reeking of beer and sweat.

“i appreciate ya comin’” he let you go and went to go talk to some friends