Went to my first show in literal years. No anxiety. No clutching at my chest or cold sweats. Amusement at the youngin’s, lost in memory remembering myself, years past.
The bands? They rocked. Too bad I’m old and my feet hurt too much to stick around for the encore. 😛
Opportunity: You say Party! We say Die!
I can’t tell you: Winter Gloves
Awesome night. It felt so fucking good to feel human again, let bass rumble through my chest and the beer sweat in my hand as I watched so many heads bobbing and hands dancing in the air.
It’s about fucking time.