The summer started out with a friend and I planning to go to
a u2 concert together. He just wouldn't commit. So I went by myself. Three
concerts. Denver. Chicago. NY (with the boss). It was, of course, magnificent, transcendent,
over the top. I had dreams of going to Europe, but decided against, and those
second thoughts seemed wise in light of the Stockholm cancellation.
Then last night happened.
Just not fair.
I am about ready to start consuming my right arm, fingers first.
I just can't believe it.
The Zoo Station tour debut. I should have been there.
It stands to reason.
Berlin and all.
Damn.
I would have given my life savings to have been there.
Oh well.
The money I saved by not going will be used for later u2 concerts.
Hopefully, they will play it then. Unlikely. But a guy can dream.
I knew I should have quit my job and just followed them around the world...
Then last night happened.
Just not fair.
I am about ready to start consuming my right arm, fingers first.
I just can't believe it.
The Zoo Station tour debut. I should have been there.
It stands to reason.
Berlin and all.
Damn.
I would have given my life savings to have been there.
Oh well.
The money I saved by not going will be used for later u2 concerts.
Hopefully, they will play it then. Unlikely. But a guy can dream.
I knew I should have quit my job and just followed them around the world...
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