Some things aren't true until you say them...
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07.28.2003 - 10:50 a.m. I could smell sweat on beer on bugspray. I could feel the heat of the crowd on my bare arms and legs. I could hear the music and the people yelling and singing and whistling and possibly myself, but it was so, so hard to tell them all apart when they were pounding my eardrums, hard enough to make static in my head. Sometimes you tell the day/by the bottle that you drink... other times it's painfully, obviously monday. -stonebridge |