[looking for sock dogs? they are here]
i realized saturday night why i don't enjoy rock shows anymore, why it takes all my effort to go... all they do is remind me of him. the swarm of hipsters combined with the loud music and cocktails has me stuck in the past; stuck in a place i didn't mind at all to be but can never go back to again. rock shows just make me sad, because now i go home alone.
a lot of this is myrna speaking; she's got my hormones all in a whirl and it's fucking with my head.