driving past old schools, witnessing the lifestyles of children and teenagers and the suburbs.
But then, I go to the Stephen Malkmus show.
It was pretty good, but there's something slightly unnerving about being the only person (or female, really) in a packed concert with underage X's on your hands. Though besides being gawked at like an alien visitor, experiencing a dark room full of drunken 30+ yr-old men yelling "STEPHEN!" at the top of their lungs was something special. I almost felt like a nervous college-age music nerd from the 90s, minus the penis and all the fear.
Almost.
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