I hit up two dead shows this summer, and i was talking to some brother for a while both days. The second night i ran into him before the show and the conversation went something like "Stacy, whats up? (small talk) So ive got an extra tick to coventry and plenty of money for gas. only problem is no car- i'll GIVE you the ticket and PAY FOR ALL THE GAS if you hit me up with a seat in the car" i have work this weekend. I cant get off because the other manager is on vaca. And it hurt. There was much pleading when i ran into this kid that night along the lines of "please, sister, help me out". I dont think he realized that hed have been doing me the favor- free ticket? gas payed for? WHAT THE FUCK. it hurts me to not have said yes. I was more than tempted to just not go home this weekend, to flee here and head off with this kid... i know it technically was the right thing to do- go home and go to work and all- but it feels so wrong!!! dont mind me, just venting to some folk who may understand where im coming from
