It was the summer of ’84. I got in from a 36 hour acid trip and I just wanted to go to bed. She says she needs someone to go with her and her ex husband and his nephew to see Loverboy in Ottawa. Fine, i’ll go. 
The Headpins opened up and blew the crowed away.
Loverboy sucked.
I wanted to sleep. That’s all.

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