I’ll retire from the pit when I feel that the future of hate mosh is secure in the hands of the next generation.
I’m counting on you, the young mosh warriors, to carry forth the torch. My knees rely on it.
NAH WE CAN NEVER RETIRE
A wooden door stuffed with cocaine
Frogs in a film canister
Cocaine disguised as candy
Cats filled with opium
Snake in a clay pot
A gecko in a false book
A metric ton of marijuana as a donkey
A METRIC TON OF WEED