12. And I'd like to mention that I've been to two Weird Al concerts, including one where I was in the forth row back at a venue in Bellingham, the name of which escapes me, but in which there was no huge gap between the front row and stage, and during which I caught the plastic cup tossed into the audience after gargling during Smells Like Nirvana, which my mother threw away when helping me move because clearly a plastic cup in a place of prominence on someones display shelf must be random garbage to be thrown away without asking.
Not that I'm bitter.
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