This city has its charm, undeniably. Crazy vegans everywhere, more good food that I can cram in my mouth in just a few short days, moped gangs, screen printing vigilantes. Its bike friendly, runner friendly, tattoos all over everyone. And cold as hell. Did I mention that? Not so much into that.
We walked into EAR-X-TACY last night and into a standing room only crust metal show. Coincidentally, it smelled like crust metal kids. (Gross.) We stood around for a minute but ultimately found ourselves back on the street because I wasn’t feeling very metal. In my defense, I had been eating for nearly 3 hours straight. I don’t want to brag, but I’m kind of a pro.