the first night of february

i cried at the sound of his voice

i felt like a midget

i looked over my shoulder, every two seconds

i wanted to slap a fool of a man

i met an incredible woman from the opening band

i came dangerously close to stealing a lead singers' bottle of wine

i was fashionably inspired

i nearly died of thirst

i spent $207.00 to see a creature with the voice of a god
my mind drifted to you, during every damn song