In my dreams.
Brother came through again! I thought The Cure was my birthday present, but it turns out that was my Christmas present, so brother still owed my for my birthday. So what did he get me (and him)?
Tickets to see Nine Inch Nails in November!!!!!! AAAIIYEEEEEE!!! Another concert I’ve been waiting on for 20 years!!
Of course, he lied to me. He told me the tickets were front row. Well, it’s not technically a lie. The concert is general admission, so if I beat my way through the masses, I could still be on the front row. That said, doing so may prove difficult as I’m chronologically challenged. I very much doubt the other (much younger) concert patrons would have much sympathy if I broke my hip while beating my way through them in order to get to my gods-given place on the front row in order to bask in the genius of Trent. I’d most likely end up squishy mosh pit fodder.
Fuck that! Reznor’s older than me so I’ll never be too old for him!!
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the (cold) shower.