When I was 13 years old my younger cousin and I got bitten and stung by wasps all over our bodies. We were visiting Big Bear, California for a family Thanksgiving. As we traversed a hillside, he accidentally stepped into an underground wasp nest.
I turned back to find him crying, clutching his throat. As I approached him, we were instantaneously engulfed in a malicious, black cloud of pain. I tried picking the venom sacks out of his throat (which by the way should NOT be done because it injects the venom evidently) before I realized that we had to get the hell out of there.
After the chaos, each of us picked out upwards of thirty venom sacks from our heads alone. Bites and stings EVERYWHERE. In the nose. Inside of the mouth.
I remember being in such severe pain that I thought I would die that night.
Here are a few pieces I did for our !PELIGRO! show last month.
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More pictures of the event coming soon, but if you haven't seen my brother shredding then frankly I am saddened by the lack of shreddage that your life once was...not to fear!
The Bastards of Time and Space performing "Don't Let Me Down" at !PELIGRO!
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