On my way out of the Rave, my friend and I encountered some homeless guy on the streets begging us for money for some cigarettes. My accomplice granted his request but I refused. We walked into the thrift shop where the homeless man loitered and purchased a bottle of pink lemonade. It was very interesting trying to pay for it when the guy behind the counter also stood behind three inches of bulletproof glass. At any rate, we walked to the truck and went on our way, only to get on I94 west and off on H41 north, which landed us in the ghetto of Milwaukee and 'Tosa. I forgot that highway 41 was just a city street for quite a distance before developing itself into a freeway. Soon after, when highways 41 and 45 separate, I kept going on 41 when I should have take 45 to Kewaskum. So, I had to get off someplace west of West Bend and navigate around a lake before finding highway 33 and traveling east to the highway 45 junction. What a pain! After taking 45 north to Kewaskum and dropping my friend off, I managed to travel all the way back to my house by Lake Michigan with seemingly closed eyes. I don't even remember how I got into bed.
Haha, this story of mine is longer than my description of the concert!


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