Keeping The Car On

I went to a weird show the other night. The show itself wasn,t that weird, but a lot of the people there were very weird. They all liked the internet so much. Everybody only looked at their phones the whole time. They only talked about the internet. Everybody huddled around some girl who was emitting free Wi-Fi as if they were freezing pioneers and she was the last ember of a dying fire. It was very bizarre.

Everybody there looked like somebody else. One guy looked like a friend of mine. One girl looked like Sarah Silverman,s outside voice. Another girl looked like a Peanuts character that came to life. Another guy looked a bag of trash. It was wild. They were all talking so loudly during the performances. They paid money to yell at each other.

Emily Reo - Olive Juice They all loved the internet so much that by the end of the night, they weren,t speaking English anymore. They were only using E-slang and abbreviations. It was almost impossible for me to interpret any of it. Some of them were only saying ones and zeros. Somebody injected me with a virus on the way out. The stairs smelled like urine-soaked cats exploded in there. Everything was sticky.