So if you find yourself crying at a rock show are you gay?
If you are is it because you are twitching along to the NY Dolls?
Or is it just the gayness of crying?
And why, on the way to Portland, did we we pass Mr. Ed the translator on the side of a rain-wet road, after he had apparently been rear-ended?
And why is it 3:24 on Saturday morning and I' m still awake?
Because I'm going to sleep...
Until Sunday (except for silly college things, maybe, sort of)
Best rock show evar....
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