punk rock punk rock punk rock

Tonight was the first night I've been back to my church, aka 1st Avenue, since it was closed down. Undeniably cathartic. Just when all hope was lost for me, I entered again, and felt that same responsive welcoming that I have come to love and appreciate. What was that song? Something about a big yellow taxi, and not knowing what you got til it's gone? Something or other...But I felt it.
2 dolla PBR, and a shitload of awkward hellos to people I really didn't want to speak to. Dirty wet unisex bathroom, pipes aplenty in the basement, and tripping over the freakishly misplaced steps. I was HOME.

I can't wait to wake up smelling like beer, puke, smoke, sweat, and indie rock boys.

if I could bottle it, I would.