evility

Went to see Bruce Springsteen last night. My 8th time. Spent a ton of money. Had a decent spot, nosebleeds, but still a good view of the stage. Bruce & E Street were as powerful as ever. Maybe more so. It was like a tent revival with Tom Morello as a guest guitarist. For 3 hours I was in heaven.

Then came finding the car. The crowd was ridiculous, 20,000 people all trying to find their exit will be that way. Went out the wrong exit. Got hopelessly lost in downtown Cleveland. The drive home was a nightmare. Rain, road construction, and old eyes.

I used to drive 3 states over for a concert. Once I saw Bruce after flying into a town I didn't live in, with a busted rib and 3 hours of sleep.

I know it's a long shot, ticket prices are still really high and no one wants to lose money. I am going alone, driving up from the town of chicken fried in lard, and just want to be in the arena. Thanks.

Hello. We are Ziggy (M12 dog), Bruce (M10, dog) and Clarence (M9, dog) we are "The Good Boys" We get hungry and almost die from no food. We wake Mama (F, human) to feed us before it's too late. Mama says "It's 2am, leave me alone!" Mama clearly doesn't love us anymore. I, Bruce, bark in Mama face and make Boston Terrier noises that would wake the dead. Clarence howls soulful howl just for Mama. Ziggy, I am the big boy, weigh 90lbs, stand on Mama. She get up and says we are 'jerks' Whatever that means. But she get up and let us out and feed us and all is good. AWTC? We think Mama the cloaca for not feed us ever. Help, is almost tiime to eat again and she is ignoring us.

I used to be cute. I was never pretty, but I was able to hold my own when I went out. Yesterday, I (45) was out shopping with my mom (late60s) and someone asked if we were sisters. And I couldn't help but wonder if that means I look old or she looks young. My hair is gray and I think it ages me a lot. She has never had a single gray hair in her life. It was a blow to my ego.
I feel like I have to embrace aging gracefully and I haven't even hit 50 yet. Anyone else? Or am I just having a crisis?

Written by Miki Johnson.