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I struggled for weeks to write something about Living My Best Fucking Life but things are rough, really rough right now and I just couldn’t do it. The Burgomaster suggested I just write about something I liked, something that made me happy. A memory of when I didn’t think about living my best life because I was already living it. This is what came out.

I attended my first concert in 1984. My mother took me and three friends to Kansas City to see Huey Lewis and the News. I would have rather made the four-hour trip to see Duran Duran, but Mommy actually liked Huey Lewis, so Huey Lewis it was. It was fine. Other than being a first-time arena concert experience it was not particularly notable. The second most memorable moment of the evening was when April (a pocket-sized girl whose body could not keep up with her heart’s desire to be at the front of the crushing crowd) was lifted over the barricade by security when she started to faint. The most memorable moment was returning to the car afterward and finding all our purses had been stolen out of it. I have little memory of the concert itself. Read full post