Crazy amidst all those white walls
October 18, 2008Down in front, a man in skinny jeans slugged wine straight from a bottle. A three-legged dog snapped at the air. The bands played, lights fading, then returning, tricolored shadows staining the wall. I want, I want, I want, I thought, as I watched the guitar-player sing. It was too early to go home—the show was not over. It was too late for a school night. It was crazy amidst all those white walls.
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