I saw a Pink Floyd tribute band when I was in eighth grade with my family and the show was in our local theatre and it was mostly older people, a couple teenagers with their parents and stuff, but we were sat behind these two old dudes, probably in their sixties and they were obviously still stuck in the 60’s, their white hair was down to their asses and their clothes were stained and they SMELLED so bad man and they had about ten or so bottles of theatre-beer between them and when they played Wish You Were Here they started head banging and that’s about when my hate for stoners-who-are-over-25 began
