Last night was my first rock concert since the shooting. The concert its self was as good as always, I’ve seen this band several times already. The problem was that I forgot they use pyrotechnics in their show.
Much to my dismay, my nervous system didn’t like that at all. Fortunately my son was on one side of me and a good friend on the other and they helped me get through it.
The first shot took me completely off guard to the point that I almost bolted out of the venue. A long stream of profanity fell from my lips after the second shot and the third I just kept breathing through.
The worst one was the finale; seven shots in five seconds.
My skin is still crawling slightly.