
We used to go to every Making Time. Most Making Times.
The crowds would grow. Change.
That's normal.
The last time I went. Such a dramatic change. Never so dramatic.
I didn't recognize anyone. Anymore. Very few at least.
I'm aging. We're aging.
Thankful for a balcony spot.
The floor. A sea of bodies.
A new wave. Youth.
Stage diving. At Making Time.
Crowd surfing. At Making Time.
Even the band said something.
Hipsters. Via Hot Topic.
I haven't been missing anything. Missing much.
Cut Copy - In Ghost Colours. Cathy purchase. AKA.
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