Some Of The Things You Missed Because You Didn't Go To The Mac Miller Concert

I'm sorry that I didn't invite you but, I guess we just aren't that good of friends. You missed the car ride up to Ogden, the music and the talking along with the traffic that lined the freeway. The sea of people waiting outside, urgent to get it. Policemen and multiple abulances just in case in got to crazy. The use of these when Mac came out and some got trampled. The smell of marajana. German Shepard police dogs going crazy outside the gates, wishing they could sniff out the source of the drug. Mac Miller cracking jokes and looking directly at us. People singing along. New, unheard songs just for our ears. Everyone making friends and just being people for an hour. The DJ before Mac came out, pumping everybody up. Being with our friends, laughing, joking, singing, pushing, shoving, flirting, talking. The crazy old lady and her husband fighting their way to the front of the concert. Adam going crazy and dancing to even the slow song. People getting annoying by how loud we were. Not caring what anybody thought, just losing ourselves in the music and the place. Trying to find our way through the crowd. Getting a boot on our car for being illegally parked. Taking a hammer to this boot and being set free. Speeding away, finding that we were lost in a scary area. Asking for directions. Keeping the doors locked and syaing prayers. Being disappointed when we found ourselves. Everyone falling asleep on eachother in the backseat. Kade struggling to stay awake the rest of the way. Not needing drugs to feel high. Getting kicked out of Walmart at midnight. Waking up feeling like a teenager. The knowledge that these years are short.