Diva36
List, closed. Doors, open. Bartender, refusing to give me a double for one drink ticket. Diva36 was another great night, etched into floorboards of hole in the wall clubs downtown. Our memories are slightly blurred. Our ears are still ringing. All I know is that the sounds were brought in full force, and the crowd showed out like it was their duty. Oh and I might’ve seen a kid from my high school, unless it was a CIA hologram.
If you weren’t there, that’s okay, I just want you to sit and think about your choices. From now on, remember to trust the radio.
PS: If you’re reading this and don’t dance at parties, take a popper and reevaluate your life choices.
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