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“…Then a song comes on and it brings back a very specific memory of a very specific place and very specific time and I can smell the beer and the sweat dripping down from the ceiling and feel the cheap and sticky rye and cola under my feet. I’m dancing on a speaker riser, unable to tell if it’s tears or sweat streaming down my face. And I don’t really care. The taste of cheap vodka and stage glitter fills my mouth and all of a sudden I’m 23 years old again and wondering if I will ever find a love like that again.

I won’t and almost 20 years later I’m grateful for that. I’m alive because of that.”

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