Confession with NO PICTURES. Words only.

You know what quality I like in a friend? It's this: I like it when I can be myself - silly, idiot-like, mistake-making, weirdness & all - and they'll help find a way to allow me to expose my unknown vulnerabilities. And then, instead of judging, or beating me down for them, they accept me, lift me up, slap me on the ass, and leave me stronger and better-off for knowing. 

Now, while that statement was very un-AC/DC of me; you know, not pure, simple, awesome like they are (which, by the way, HOLY S*** THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING CONCERT PRODUCTION I'VE EVER SEEN! Oh...my...god!! Those guys ROCK!  No dialogue, nothing on the stage [most of the time, except for the Thunderstruck bell, and the giant fat lady blow up], amazing lighting, genius use of color, unbelievable timing, fantastic energy, insane music, great videography, I could go on & on & on..fine. Here's a few pictures!!! :) even from the nosebleeds it was AWESOME!!! )