vancouver
On the drive north to Vancouver I was absolutely ecstatic. I hit complete euphoria like a free natural high. I yelled madly to the empty car, composed ridiculous songs to everyone I knew. I cried for joy and despair at the same time. Who knows what caused it? Maybe it was lingering sadness from the one night stand I’d just had in Eugene and the lonely feeling of watching her drive away afterwards only to fall asleep alone in my car. Maybe it was the last few nights of driving around that town piss drunk, knowing I shouldn’t while feeling guilty I’d sunk so low. Eugene reminded me all too clearly why I hate college towns and how depressing it can be making small talk about your major while holding a plastic cup of bad foamy beer. Maybe it was the two non paying empty bar gigs I’d played there, or the bitter fight I’d just had over the phone with my ex girlfriend. Maybe it was all that and then getting to drive away. Vancouver was to be a highlight of the tour. With four days before my next gig I picked a city to hang out in where I had no show, no friends, no where to stay, nothing except complete freedom and a million possibilities. I had the address of an open mic. Take it from there I thought, a whole adventure, a whole universe could spiral from that. Romance, true love, drug addictions, fame, fortunes to be made and squandered, it could all begin from there. At least somewhere nice to stay with a new friend or two I figured. I’d been sleeping in my car for most of the last week and was definitely in need of a shower and a hot meal.
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