After the surgery, I had to make up my mind about going to the Modest Mouse concert. I wasn’t in a lot of pain, although a bit sad about the skin floating in the biopsy jar. That flap of skin had been a part of me; I kept going round and round that part. You could see the whiskers sticking out of it. They could almost be palm trees on my little bio-waste island there – the cyst looking like a weird volcanic formation underneath (man, that thing was huge).
We went to the concert at Sokal Auditorium, where years ago they had community dances. You can still get a sense of that sometimes, depending on the band playing. Modest Mouse was one of those bands. The music starts playing, and the bass kicks in, and you can feel the pounding of several thousand feet stamping across the parquet floors all at once, keeping tune to the beat, reverberating back into ourselves.
You would have been hard-pressed to find someone without a smile on their face the entire night.
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