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I just walked in the door from a Peaches concert, and compulsively have the need to write everything down in a stream of conscious manner, due to the fact that I may, or may not, still be inebriated. Here it is:

starting off i was sick, real sick, have been sick since friday, so it wasn't difficult to fake sick in front of my painting teacher. i hacked and snuffed and sounded all types of congested when she came round to talk to me about my piece. this allowed me leave, allowed me dinner, pre-gaming, and then the big show. first we had to go to bunting for cash. then we took the most expensive cab ride of our lives (40 bucks for six people for a ten minute ride). en route cindy pucked. she kept on vomiting. thankfully it was all into her kate spade purse, but when i got out of the cab half of my butt was still wet (puke or broken flask?). then the concert. we sludged our way to the front, dancing to the music until 930 when ponytail came to the stage. they were ridiculous. they were totally incoherent. it would have been terrible if i wasn't drunk. but i was. so, with them trashed and be not sober, we had a pretty good time. whenever the female singer screamed into the mic and rolled her eyes into the back of her head (which was alot) i howled. it was fantastic.

then, some music until man (le tigre's project) came to the stage. it was three of them and they were fantastic. amazing. outstanding. i couldn't believe how good they were. i danced and danced and cheered and danced, they were so good.

then peaches. i was so excited for peaches. all i wanted was peaches. but, when she and her band came to the stage there was a rush, and in that moment i instantly sobered up. there were so many people. i couldn't move. i couldn't breathe. i was in fear for everyone around me and was unable to enjoy peaches flashing vagina. i started to do head counts, make sure i could at least see everyone while i mainted a semi dance, semi protection over the few in front of me. at one point this gangly kid beside me was gringing my fired while flailing his arms, coming close to smacking dear jorden in the face. i tried my best to push him away in a dance like stance, but then he bit me. he full fledged clamped into my bicep and bit down hard. it was ridiculous. i couldn't believe it. at that point iram was gone and when the song ended i had to go find her.

but, jorden and i couldn't find her. so we smoked. we talked about how ridiculous the concert was. then we went back in and enjoyed ourselves.

first we stayed back, making sure just to dance, but then we needed to see if everyone was in decent shape, so we pushed forward. i ended up attempting to protect jorden the entire time, all the while dancing, from the sweaty mohawked man in front of us. he was so wet, that now i still feel like i stepped from a shower. also, i talked, briefly, to the tarc alex about my new piercing.

peaches ended with fuck the pain away. she encored with that song she does with iggy pop, and a few more that i couldn't decifer, but were still perfect.

i have peach's fake blood on me. or someone else's, i can't be sure.

in the beginning of the concert she stepped into the crowd and actually latched onto my hand, MY HAND, for support, holding it securely for at least 30 seconds.

it was only a 20 dollar cab ride home.

and i lived to tell the tale.

the end.