Mosh Pits for World Peace
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read
It was the early 80s and I lived in the conservative and cold Midwest. I felt like a square peg in a round hole even before it became fashionable. 2.5 kids, house in the suburbs, job with benefits, a cabin by the lake; those were the goals. Antsy, artsy me was just not having it. I wanted glamour, excitement, to feel alive in this world and not locked into the trap of fitting in. Dying inside from trips to small towns for camping vacations or…

