It’s Friday morning and no one wants to go see Iggy with me.
 
I don’t really understand it. I wish I could explain. Maybe it’s because I’m a shitty planner, and I didn’t ask around until a few days ago. Too bad I don’t have a fucking Blackberry. Maybe it’s because no one wants to drop the 30 bucks for the tickets. Or the 20 bucks for a bus ride to Seattle. Maybe it’s because there’s a handful of other good shows already in town this weekend. Maybe I smell. Maybe …