"the older you get, the more rules they are going to try and get you to follow.
you just gotta keep on livin man. L-I-V-I-N!"
go to see bane, capital and have heart with karen. barely anyone that i know there. a few people i recognize from over the years. but from where? boston or ny or dc or syracuse or everywhere or nowhere?
doubtful any girl there was older than me. think of my best friend from home. pregnant with her third kid. husband still playing drums in a hardcore band. she rocks out to metal on her drive to the hospital, to her nursing job.
and me? bedroom smaller than my dorm room at GW. smaller than any place i've ever lived in, for that matter. but my apartment in general is really nice, comfortable. home. finally.
call my sketchiest friend tonight outside the venue while waiting for karen to catch some of the last band at the show. he tells me about the girl he hung out with last night. she's 23. he's...well let's just say in his mid thirties. they hook up after the bar. she ends up crying and telling him that she "thinks about him every day". (they live on opposite coasts.) he'll still hang out with her again. thinks the fact she cried is mildly amusing, but it won't deter him.
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