VIRB

i love how sometimes the universe just brings me exactly what i need. last night, it came in the form of a punkrock show & a new friend.

yes, a punkrock show - buncha sloppy drunken bands in a tiny, low-ceilinged room in the back of an art collective, photographs of urban ruin (abandoned places, rust, trainyards) hung on the walls. some of us chipped in for a case of pbr & drank those, someone else passed around a jug of cheap lime-flavored gin & we all drank. & drunkenly i pogoed - realizing that the invention of the pogo was a matter of necessity, cos sometimes that's the only way you can see the bands - & there were a few assholes but i didn't even mind them cos it was one of those nights were i just wanted to hug everyone & tell them how much i loved them all. in between bands, we clustered outside to smoke in the blue night air that actually felt like spring - i was warm enough with just a hoodie over my t-shirt - and i looked at the trucks on the overpass and the glowing top of the downtown skyline, and felt really, really happy.

& my new friend - he's just the best. we're gonna do a split zine, we're gonna ride bikes to my favorite park with the swingsets & the trees i sleep in & the perfect view of downtown, we're gonna give each other india ink tattoos, & in april we're gonna ride our bikes downtown & meet in an alley to drink a box of wine before the kimya dawson show.

today, it is snowing, but it doesn't matter - because i have felt spring, and i have found hope, and i am nearly done with a new zine, & soon it will be april & time for scriptfrenzy and bike rides.