The following depicts tonight's concert experience.
P-Groove (ah... I know this was the 12th (at least) time I've seen them...) at this pretty awesome venue in Chattanooga, TN.
As usual, my generosity got the best of me, yet I still sacrificed kindness for responsiblity and maturity. I realize I'm older than most of my fellows around me, and despite the lameness of this statement I selflessly engulf everyone into my Moth Nest; a place where I take care of everything, allowing only for conscious enlightenment.
I wonder why P-Groove doesn't ever smile? I mean the new keyboardist practically was having sex on stage... I don't like even seeing them anymore and I was noodling my ass off!
So irony develops... I find myself in the front row dancing among a former mortal enemy... someone who became involved with a previous memory I still try to escape. Yet we were in a common center... mutually satisfied by the scene we had become engulfed into.
How grand of such a strange premonition of mine I felt would actually occur?
'Then the most fun of the night took place... I had claimed my large space in the front row, occupying a reasonable area due to people allowing me to dance and groove myself appropriately. So my buddy challenges me to a groove off... as we lose ourselves away, I decided to declare victory in one single flowing notion. Using my keys and the assistance of Captain Neptune, I cut the sleeves off my (from 2nd grade.... hey i'm low on clean clothes ok!) polo... immediately these too hippie chicks steal the sleeves and use them as armbands. I have totally just dominated this dance off. BOO YA KA SHAA
Then I dealt with expected bullshit from the usualness. But I headed South and delivered us home.
Good Night everybody.
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