Hello. Welcome to Friday. I hope you had a great week. I have no idea how my week has gone. I hope it goes well. I have been feeling a bit anxious the past couple of days. Then I started interacting with people I like. It seemed to work. Life is quite overwhelming a lot of the time. It gets better, though. I need to remind myself of that. Whatever bad emotions I am feeling, they will pass. The same goes for you. That’s a nice bit of positivity to start your weekend. Speaking of mental health. Remember this time three years ago? That was a bad time. I wrote about it during my writers’ group meeting. I wrote about the first concert I went to when the world went back to normal. Enjoy.

The world was back to normal for the most part. Nothing could stop me now, for the most part. Fred was too afraid to step outside his front door. I decided to brave the elements and congregate in the big smoke for the return of chaos.

The bus was late. Hence, I was late. I didn’t know what to expect. It was the first gathering of people whom I considered strangers for the first time in two years. Fred was missing out. You would have to convince him of such.

I lined up outside the venue. I interacted with the cheeriest bouncer ever. I walked through the hallway. I hadn’t been there in years. It seemed smaller now. Maybe I just grew up. The support act was playing his songs. His wacky, effeminate songs.

It was a sight to behold. A man in a morph suit, singing about empowerment. Two dancers. One heavy-set, the other not so much. The smell of smoke and booze. The smell of sweat. I was home.

The Rattlesnakes took to the stage. They also raised the roof. The world was back to normal. My eyes took ages to adjust. I was home. I was even more home than I was before. I was sick of home. We were all sick of home. This is how we humans must gather. Together. As one.

Before I go, I just wanted to pay tribute to someone. My local theatre scene lost an architect in the creation of said local theatre scene. My condolences to Garry’s family. He will be sorely missed. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your time.