3 December 2012
and the only thing I can think about is being in a crowd. screaming along to every word that I've had memorized for years. and those moments when you accidentally punch some, and you get them real good. as soon as you say sorry, the two of you are friends, looking out for each other for the rest of the show. and even the sober people are losing their fucking minds. the music has got you high. and after the show you share a cigarette with a newly-found friend, talking about how much energy you have. and as the sweat on your body becomes chilled from the cold night air. you need to come down from the energy, but you have no idea how. so you stay up all night drinking coffee and taking drags. walking the city and sharing story's with your newly-found friend. and you can swear you wish the rest of your life felt like that.
Opuss № I