Hurricane

There isn't anything better than the first few hits of the drums at a rock show. That shit's basically scientific fact. Nothing will make you feel more alive, more empowered. Unless, of course, you're not a music fan. Not like anyone like that would end up here, reading this. See, this story wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for the music that night, in that dive-y little venue. If I hadn't locked eyes with the fastest, most passionate drummer that my little nineteen year old eyes had ever seen, this story would just be a fantasy. But it isn't. This is it. It's not always pretty. It's not always fun. But this is it.