Haha yeah I’m certainly “Special” in my group of friends. We all go to the show but I make a mental note of where they’re all staying and getting myself to the front for a little bit.

I try and get all the up-close shots of the stage while I’m thrown around the pit, and like to throw my phone in the air like horns with my video camera going.

Then 10 minutes later when I’m sweaty and out of breath I go back to the pack and show em how sane they all are with the videos of the bedlam.

Then I stick around and protect the pack when it all goes a bit mental further back.

A lot of my people have chronic illnesses now so it’s nice for them to live vicariously though me. I get regular comments about “That time I watched you pirouette around the mosh pit like it was nothing” and I’m told it’s up there in theRe favourite memories.

So I’ll still get in the pit, it doesn’t just make me happy that I can still handle it, but it makes my friends happy that they have that mad friend that goes into the thick of it and comes out unscathed.