PrettyFakes

I’m strolling over a dusty baseball diamond on a hot summer night on the West Side of Chicago, tumbling a few drink coupons around in my hand, skirting the immense beer line to get a bottle of water. I’m cheerfully sunburned and semi-heartbroken and my right knee hurts and I’m ready to head back to the hotel and get in bed and the line is moving pretty fast, which is good, and I hear the band playing in the background but they could be a million miles away, and I guess the song they’re playing ends, and a new one starts, and the hooded twenty-something in front of me twitches, like he’s had a stroke, and turns rabbit-quick with his mouth falling open and murmurs O Shit and starts fucking sprinting, not running, but fat cop behind me I can make it fucking sprinting, so he can dance with his friends to “All My Friends” by LCD Soundsystem.

I ask myself how did he hear it before I did? I like that song, too, and realize that it’s been a long time since I went to a show or a festival just to hear one song, but there was a time that I did, and if that song played, that’s the whole point of living, that one song, and this kid came to hear that one song, and I find myself running behind the kid, he’s way off now and it’s dark, but I’m running so I can go dance.

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