Womp Womp
Last night was intense. I'll have photo evidence soon. Freaks mobbed the stage, hippies on my neck, dub steppin all over that floor. I think I sprained my toe. Throwing it down hard, I was hanging off the balcony railing throwing my chest into it. Good Lord, that BASS was divine. Sweaty bodies everywhere, that crowd was collectively swimming against the beat. Making some room up there in the front meant a lot of elbows in the air. Lorin Aston, I will have your illegitimate children.
When I pulled my shirt out of my bag, it was wet. The whole back of my party pack was wet from me sweating on it all night.
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