story time: i saw coldplay once. a friend suggested we take one of those charter bus trips to a big venue out of state, put together by a local bar where the perks are: you don’t have to drive and warm cans of bud light are included.
my pug stella was just a puppy i had for maybe two weeks. i figured she’d be alone for four or five hours, tops, and sleep. but the show/trip ended up being the most awful experience ever. the ride there and back was like being in a frat house on wheels, full of puka shell-wearing douchebags and inebriated, fresh-out-of-sorority girls puking into paper bags. the whole thing took about 10 hours.
that is why i will forever associate coldplay with a scared, lonely puppy who crapped all over my apartment.
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