That epic day

Battling a sore throat/cough. Sitting here, 1am, after the Lucero/Reputation show listening to The Attic Tapes on vinyl. The bathroom door. Could be Sebastian. It is. I told him about my terrible Lucero show experience. Meathead Long Islanders. All dressed up like they're poor southern trash. Crashing into you, not in a good way, they're all really big dudes. Sticking their arms in the air, blocking your view. Not like in a casual, occassional way. Like constantly sticking their arms up in front of you. Blocking the view and sticking their back in your face. It hurts to think about. I'm done. Not even gonna tell Becky about it in the morning. It's not worth talking about. It did pretty much ruin the show for me. Sucks.