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Yes darlings i dragged myself out of bed early yesterday morning to order a ticket to see one Stephen Patrick Morrissey in Cleveland. I will attend this concert alone due to my friends all laughing at me for loving the the Smiths and the man so much. How fucking cool is it to attend a Morrissey concert alone, i believe it makes it even better, more fitting that a solitary figure will walk through the streets of his hometown at dusk to go see one of his favorite singers of all time. I will ride the the train into town, smoke cigarettes on street corners, drink alone in downtown bars. There's a light that never goes out.
2 comments:
Yes, but there are bound to be lots of single girls dressed in black. Heaven knows I'm miserable now . . .
I'm going to see Bob Dylan with the wife in a couple of weeks. What Difference Does It Make?
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