The legendary Morrissey. In this picture he had ripped off his sweat drenched t-shirt and was preparing to launch it into the audience. I was sitting close enough that it was feasible it would come my way, easily. There are two reactions here. One is extreme excitement and anticipation and the other is disgust. So after I snapped this pic, I quickly devised a plan to duck and gift the sweaty shred of cotton to the lucky person behind me, should it come my way. In all honesty , I felt a little jolt of panic because, I’m sorry, but Morrissey, Bradley Cooper, whoever, I do not want your sweaty t-shirt hitting me in the face! Gross! After observing the all out war that ensued over the sweaty remains, I was clearly thinking differently than the majority. Ok, I’m good with that! Tell me what you would do!