Life In The Living Room III

The concert.

It was in Cleveland.

Three hours there, three hours back.

45 dollars for ticket and gas that I'll never see again.

All totally worth it.

I fell in love

with music I'd barely given a passing glance.

I made friends

and played the "A, my name is Amy" game

with the people near us in line.

I stood up against the stage, right in the deathwall

and got touched by the lead singer.

Who didn't have pants.

I stumbled out of that place

bruised from my face to my feet,

dehydrated, soaked with sweat, exhausted,

and so so so so happy.

Alive.