The Last Rock Show

The last rock concert I attended was maybe 

fifteen years ago in Colorado: Little Feat, at 

Fiddler's Green in Denver. My friend's brother 

was in town, and we decided to take 

mushrooms and go to the show. My friend's 

sister set him and I up with blind dates.

We took the mushrooms and met the ladies

outside the venue. Hot Tuna was the opening

act, and the mushrooms started to come on

as we entered. 

We found our seats and got comfortable for 

the ride. The two women decided who would 

be who's date. The brother, more handsome 

than I, got the little cutie. I sat next to the 

other woman who was tall and stiff. 

Little Feat came on, and the 'shrooms hit 

home. Everything started to melt in my mind.

Everyone was dancing at their seats, except

my date. The brother got up and went to the

bathroom. He was gone a long time. His date

talked to mine, and she asked me where the

brother had gone.

"Oh, well," I said, "We're all tripping heavy on 

mushrooms, and he went to the bathroom. It

might be a while until he finds his way back."

"And he's driving us home?" She said, 

bewildered.

I shrugged my shoulders and kept dancing.

Finally, the brother returned. As soon as he 

sat in his seat, his date jumped in his lap and

started making out with him furiously. My date

stayed as still as a Baptist. 

When the party was breaking up, my date 

indicated to her friend that I could come home 

with her. I demurred, not caring to fuck a corpse.