I’ve spent more than half my life following them from city to city. Now Pearl Jam is getting ready to perform, tonight, in my hometown…and I’m stuck, helplessly, on the side of the road, staring in horror at the pieces of my mangled car.
I feel myself enter a state of detachment as I talk to the police and hand over my insurance information. No one was seriously hurt in the accident, so I force myself to piece sentences together and breathe. Later, I’ll cry for my crushed little car. Soon, I’ll figure out how to make up for this lost time.
I am supposed to be in line for my spot at my 44th Pearl Jam concert.
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