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After much anticipation, I saw The Bronx last Wednesday night at the Grog Shop. The crowd was fucking rough and I got my ass kicked quite a bit, as there was a time when my glasses fell off my face and broke in two pieces. Some 210 lb. guy decided to jump off of the 3 foot stage and land directly on me, causing me to smack the back of my head against the cement floor. Several arms helped me to my feet as I stood with my hand on my head in confusion. About 2 minutes later, I was fine and enjoying the show again. I woke up the next day feeling dizzy with a consistent pounding headache. The pain was tolerable but I still felt strange throughout the day. Because I was to leave for Portland the following day, my mom and brother insisted that I go to the emergency room to check for head injuries. After some convincing, I decided to go even though I was being a big baby about it. The doctor told me I had a concussion, which is certainly much better than having a brain injury or a cracked skull. Good news: I still went to Portland and drank as many IPAs as my head (and liver) could handle.