I've been seeking medical help in mental faculties and institutions as of recent years hence my lack of updates. They say I'm demented. I'm only forty-two but the doctors say my brain is riddled with plaques and tangles, And that it may be Alzheimer's. Still a virgin and not a fan of it. I suffered two strokes before my fortieth birthday. They diagnosed me with dementia because I kept forgetting who I was and I kept using turn signals in a turn lane, something only a profoundly demented octogenarian would do. But hardcore is what I do remember. I remember the rush, the excitement of standing motionless with my arms crossed, staring at the stage as tattooed chimps howl about unity over percussive cacophonous noise. Before I die alone I just want to thank hardcore for giving me something to remember.