Oh man where do I begin the story about that damn weekend in March. It was supposed to be the greatest weekend of our year. My friend and I made such big plans. We will move her out, get to the city in her car. We had parked some good things out for the trip. We would reach in the evening, party all weekend. Go to this gig I was looking forward to all month. Oh man what do I tell you how much disappointment I felt when the world shut down.
Now I tell everyone a funny story about the greatest weekend that never was. It is hilariously unbelievable.
But I don’t tell anyone I count every single day, to tell the story of the weekend we believed could never be yet it transpired. Talk about luck. Fucking fate.
Oh man it feels so good to feel alive. It feels so good to believe.