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"I feel like I'm 15 again!" - Deane
Deane was naked and thrashing around to a pop punk band in a basement in West Philly. I remember when he was 15. He had fewer tattoos and was a lot stupider. We're all pretty stupid ten years back, at least in hindsight.
Ten years ago I was 21 and going to shows every weekend and dancing and knocking everyone and everything over and in general just, you know, having fun. Ten years later and nothing has changed. Bands come and go and people die and sometimes life just isn't that great. I was trying to get to the show last night at around eight so I could see all the bands and not just the two who were on tour. But instead I got bogged down in my own thoughts and problems work/school/money/relationships/loneliness/repeatrepeatrepeat.
But I got there. And like every other time this has happened - and I'm old, so this has happened a lot - when I got there and saw people and hurried downstairs and ran through the crowd to the front... my problems didn't go away but I sure as hell felt better about life. It's one of those things: whenever I'm at a show and I'm having fun, I have the biggest, stupidest, shit-eating-est grin on my face. I can't control it, even if did want to.
Yeah, sure I'm stupid. But so is everyone else. And that makes everything okay. I'm 31 and I feel like I'm 31 and that rules. When I got downstairs last night and made my way to the front I saw my friend Leia pushing people around and I immediately tackled her. Or at least tried to. I think we both ended up losing that one. I got up and grabbed someone else I know or don't know or just met or have been friends with for years and together we crashed into a bunch of other idiots. And that's when I noticed that Deane wasn't wearing any clothes and was trying to hide his dick with the beer that spent more time at mouth level than in front of his crotch.
And that's okay cause we've all seen Deane's dick before. Hell, I probably saw it for the first time ten years ago.
Deane was naked and thrashing around to a pop punk band in a basement in West Philly. I remember when he was 15. He had fewer tattoos and was a lot stupider. We're all pretty stupid ten years back, at least in hindsight.
Ten years ago I was 21 and going to shows every weekend and dancing and knocking everyone and everything over and in general just, you know, having fun. Ten years later and nothing has changed. Bands come and go and people die and sometimes life just isn't that great. I was trying to get to the show last night at around eight so I could see all the bands and not just the two who were on tour. But instead I got bogged down in my own thoughts and problems work/school/money/relationships/loneliness/repeatrepeatrepeat.
But I got there. And like every other time this has happened - and I'm old, so this has happened a lot - when I got there and saw people and hurried downstairs and ran through the crowd to the front... my problems didn't go away but I sure as hell felt better about life. It's one of those things: whenever I'm at a show and I'm having fun, I have the biggest, stupidest, shit-eating-est grin on my face. I can't control it, even if did want to.
Yeah, sure I'm stupid. But so is everyone else. And that makes everything okay. I'm 31 and I feel like I'm 31 and that rules. When I got downstairs last night and made my way to the front I saw my friend Leia pushing people around and I immediately tackled her. Or at least tried to. I think we both ended up losing that one. I got up and grabbed someone else I know or don't know or just met or have been friends with for years and together we crashed into a bunch of other idiots. And that's when I noticed that Deane wasn't wearing any clothes and was trying to hide his dick with the beer that spent more time at mouth level than in front of his crotch.
And that's okay cause we've all seen Deane's dick before. Hell, I probably saw it for the first time ten years ago.
