A sacrifice

Did I ever tell you about the time I was offered up as a symbolic sacrifice?
On a rare night I had a babysitter a few years back, my husband and I went to an Axeslasher show at the Hi Dive. I had been warned ahead of time that the singer very often used a prosthetic disembodied head to spray fake blood into the crowd, so I prepared my very best attire. I wore a powder blue sweater with a giant 1950s snowman on the front.

They saw. Halfway through the set, there I am front and center , and I see the singer hold up the head and aim right for me.

I’m walking out of there looking like a slasher flick dripping with blood splatter. Good Times.

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