Pretty sure me acquiring a White Zombie tee from the year I first saw them play at the Pershing Auditorium in Lincoln, Nebraska (1996) is me dipping my first toe into my inevitable mid-life crisis at 35. I was 14 and met my 8th grade boyfriend Chad at that show. He wooed me in the halls of Irving Junior High by giving me a Marilyn Manson t-shirt and a bunch of drawings, the first one being a guy ripping his own face off. I broke up with him a month later because even though he was a babe I found him boring (I used that excuse more than once) and it creeped my out how he'd always apply chapstick a few minutes before initiating a makeout session in the park after school. Ahh the sweet nostalgia, in this case it smells like bongwater and Blistex.
