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Saturday, January 15, 2005
I Ain't No God Damn Son of a Bitch
I used to be so scared of The Misfits when I was a kid. I'd see their picture in skate magazines and think, "This is the scariest band ever." Anyway, they seem so inocuous now, don't they? Maybe it was my upbrining: my parents had disallowed me from listening to music they didn't approve of and I actually believed in satan and stuff like that. Misfits looked like the closest thing to satan I could think of. Now I'd probably said they're on par with Blues Explosion in frighteningness. 20/20 in hindsight, eh?
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