two days ago it would've been the maroon5 concert. all the sweat, the songs, the sex floating in and out of me with every lyric, every riff. it would've been one two-hundred-people orgy. every song would've been the climax of each one.

"would've" is the most important word there.

i would've had something to look forward to. instead, what i had was a 19,20€ refund & a brand new Chuck Palahniuk book. an intellectual orgasm in replacement for the hottest band of the last few years, alive & rocking at a fuckable distance from me.

yeah&uhuh
NEW SHIT.
OLD SHIT.
DON'T EMAIL ME.
ETCETERA.
FANK YOU.
UNCOOL.