The following is an excerpt from the book "No Slam Dancing, No Stage Diving, No Spikes: An Oral History of the Legendary City Gardens" by Amy Yates Wuelfing and Steven DiLodovico. Photos by Ken Salerno.

7 Seconds/AOD – November 30, 1986

Bruce George Wingate (Adrenalin OD): I remember this show clearly because it was the largest crowd of people I ever puked in front of. We had played in Philly the night before and had to be in Trenton by noon, since it was an all-ages matinee. We had been up all night drinking beer with our buddies in Flag of Democracy. Right before we left Philly, I bought a forty-ouncer for the ride, on the theory that maintaining my buzz would keep a hangover at bay. When we got to City Gardens, I kept up a slow and steady intake all afternoon until it was our turn to play. The place was packed with kids, we went over well, and I still felt okay. The last song of our set was a cover of “Down in Flames” by the Dead Boys. It was my job to scream the three lines right before the song ended. As soon as I did, I felt all the color leave my face and my vision started flickering like a strobe light. I hit the last chord, took off my guitar, leaned over my amp, and puked my guts out. Then I managed to compose myself enough to walk across the stage, where I leaned over the side and promptly puked on a drum set belonging to our friends in the band Dirge.