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I traveled about 6 hours to see a band that I don't even remember. The audience and scene turned out far more interesting than the stage show. Along the way I stayed at a stranger's house - a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a ninth cousin. The entire six hours were spent in the backseat of a tiny car trying to filter out the couple in the front seat making out like crazed weasels. I'll never forget that lamprey-esque sucking sound. Hmmm... not a great memory now that those neurons are fizzing again...
Then about a month later the band we went on an odyssey to see came to my city - about a 10 to 20 minute drive. That makes about as much sense as the rest of it, I guess.
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