The Ghost of Tom Joad

Listening to Rage Against The Machine, I’m missing live super loud rock concerts. Not that I’ve been to many. But with the few that I’ve been to during my freshman days in U of P and then some more while I was in U of B , it was riot. I especially miss the chaos. The sweet smell of ganja all over. The mad camaraderie amongst everyone there. All that beer and fooling around after. That juvenile freedom.

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