I've been working at Store 24 on third shift for about three or four months now. I just cut my hours to leave time for a second job... that I just lost due to my inability to work with a debilitating sunburn.
I'm living near Central High School in an apartment that is too expensive for me and my trailer trash roommate, hence the immediate need for a second job.
I've spent the past six months in an attempt to pick up the pieces of my life. I've lost people that I'd relied on for a kind of support that they couldn't supply. I didn't realize how weak most of us actually are, especially myself.
The concert was enjoyable and exactly what I expected. I sat farther away than I would have liked, and Dave to played few of the songs I wanted to hear. Yet, the fact that I was there and I experienced him in something not prerecorded was enough for me. I can die now, but not before I see him again in better seats and likely alone.
*I seem to be leaving out that this is the concert where my mother and I became pseudo-enemies once again. The ride to Mansfield was a disaster, and not my fault, but somehow I suppose I'm to blame.
Catch you on the flip flop, bisnotch.