[12:50 p.m.] : [2001-08-26]

two nights ago on my break from work i'm sitting at the window of the burito place next to starbucks eating and looking for who is playing at fitzgeralds in the next few weeks when a face appears in front of me threw the window. i don't think i had seen him in at least two years, we where best friends in elementary school and then still rather good friends in jr. high. i spent the night at his house more than anyone elses (probly including tom). he moved sophmore year, but by then we had seperate interests and friends and just ...well i guess everyone at one point grows apart from friends in the long run... maybe i'm wrong and it's just me, i don't know all i know is that all of my childhood friends i have lost contact with. he came inside and we talked for a couple of minutes, it was kind of plesant. i saw the counting crows (again) last night. that would be crows show number 7, i'm shooting for an even dozen. not that i'm going to follow them around on tour, but every time they come i see them, i just love thier live show. of course i love thier recordings. but they seem so at home up on the stage, adam just walks cassualy around with his microphone bleeding and the crowd cheers for everything... which really es me off cause when he is singing about getting his heart ripped out it seems wrong to yell for more. the seats we had where above the floor and on the side of the stage, so the whole show was looking down apon adam and charlie and dan and they where playing and thee where people reaching up to adam and just sitting there it seemed like i was just up above watching someone elses show.

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